Sometimes while I'm driving. Trying to find my song. Looking for the answers. And where I do belong. Finally the children are. Bringin' me back home. .
Do you believe in ancient destiny?. This food you've been giving me. Is making me blind, you see. My soul needs to be. My soul needs to be free. . So many times you won.
I never thought I'd say it, but I can't take anymore. We both work so hard that I forgot just what it was that we've been working for. This daily grind has wore us down where we hardly even talk when we come home.
Well I got a car, ain't got no gas. I got a cheque, but it won't cash. I got a woman, ain't got no class. Well I got a guitar, ain't got no string. I got ten fingers, ain't got no ring.
I've got this broken heart. You say you can fix. Girl I've heard those words before. I've tried everything known to a man to numb the pain. And there's one thing for sure.
A.Buonocore/M. De Vitis. A.Buonocore. Attimi, momenti interminabili. la paura fisica di perdersi,. di non trovarsi pi. come se calasse il buio nei miei occhi.
A.Buonocore/M. De Vitis. A.Buonocore. Se adesso stai pensando. che sei sicura di me. e mentre ti dormo accanto. sai che non andr pi via.... e se hai capito che non hai.
A.Buonocore/M. De Vitis. A.Buonocore. E dicono che il mondo. bello perch vario.... che siamo come pesci. a spasso nello stesso acquario.... e che siamo tutti uguali.
War, di war, di war!. It's the Armagiddeon.. Taking place in iration, in iration.. War, di war, di war!. It's the Armagiddeon.. Taking place inna iration..
[Lyrics: Mendoza]. [Music: Mendoza]. . A predator Awaits. His time to be discovered. Just waiting for a prey. The index case. He will spread the death.
As the they stand in ruins of cities. the children play in ashes. knee deep. in our neglect. our bags in overhead compartments. so secure. we walk with the world underneath our feet.
Stop, you're out of control,. Let's end this god forsaken game.. Not a moment to spare,. Your life is going up in flames.. . Bout to self-destruct,. I'm here to save you from your pain..
Atlanta Special 6:03 Trk 20. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Recorded: 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Album: Parchman Farm Blues - Roots RTS 33055.
Army Blues 3:06 Trk 17. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Unknown personnel. Recorded: 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Transcriber: [email protected].
Aberdeen Mississippi 2:33 Trk 9. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Bukka White - vocal & guitar. & Washboard Sam (Robert Brown) - wshbrd.. Recorded: March 7th & 8th 1940 Chicago, Illinois.
Travel long on this dusty road just to find another lost dead end. Whiskey fueled on another load. On this trip there aint no time for games. Kick one back if you cant attack.
For all that I love you, that's how much I hate you. And it hits me like a flick of the switch. You're my perfect angel, but sometimes. All I see is a fuckin' bitch.
Ya no respiran al caer. ha comenzado la guerra. un segundo mas en tu piel. no mueras todava. Como en el cuarto de espejos. no mires a travs de mi. la distorsin es mi perro fiel.