Del Barber (composer and performer; album: Praireography, 2014). . Blinded by the city lights. No one can see you stallin'. It's been so long since you've seen the prairie stars.
Underneath the table for shade, I leave you to the living again. Arabesque a flowery grave, I watch a real star winning. Over this twilight, shouting at Jesus.
Buttons on My Clothes. . I've been drinking all through summer. I guess I've had a laugh. I've had every kind of fun I could have had. . Looking at my crowd tonight.
All day long, sweeping up the dead pigeons. From the pavement after the long dim dawn. He remembered how she pulled him. From disaster into laughter. .
How are you gonna pass the time of day in your beautiful empty shell?. When you've shaken the hands of so many sinceroes. You feel like a fake yourself.
Don't tell her that you want her. Don't ask her to be yours. Don't tell her she is everything. . Or she might see the fool behind the frown. And then the heart behind the fool.
Lovers they walk on the bright side of the street. And the city it shines in surprise in the ice cream heat. And I want to be kissed in the haze of this hotel room.
Well the bus is pulling out and I guess I'd better go. Before I make a grave mistake and let my feelings show. And twenty miles away she waits alone for me.
Who's gonna call you up every single day?. Who's gonna hold you high when stuff gets ugly?. . Cause baby if you wanna find someone. As big as a door that fits in your palm.
We've got to break the public peace. Force those suckers down to their knees. We've got to make them show. That suit and tie guy can't play with us, oh no.
Ik bin ni perfect, ik heb zo mien kuure. Heb ik enne slechten daag, hedde hil wt te verduure. Ge mt meej ni vertelle, hoe dt ik mt laeve. Dt ik n de kerk mt goan, en woa ik um mt gaeve.
I see your perfect body and your face. You think you're the perfect human race. But you are nothing than a fool who is just acting cool. You plastic-surgery-face!.
Yea. Past from now. why wont you go ride. with.....me. aaaaaaahh.. . I should hit you. My finger round. and you were right wrong. come home. yea let it out.
Hear me spit on you, wither I. Remould into gold and bury I from sun. . Reborn left to sigh, recure maybe I'll. Be born and simplify the way I lie before.
In waves the ships have all sailed to the sea. Do you wanna wait or leave with you tonight. Cross your heart and pray the ocean. Will take us all the way in.
(So). You know what, you can't come floppin' that shit. If you run up, guess what, I'm stoppin' that shit. Still can't figure out nothin' or find flaws.
I'd meet you in wrong. Bury all, then I would be right with her. In whole, cherished by two. . It makes you fly; yes, I'll lie. God, I'll even lick her fucking picture.
eyou should know (by now) really. that this could end, really. you should know i could never make it work. wake up. let's pretend, really. really. babe.
You should know by now really. (By now). That this could end, really. You should know I could never make it work. Wake up, let's pretend, really, babe.
Sweet, contain me around Only To.. I Spit!. . Step on my disease,. So nice to see me bleed. Step on my disease,. I cannot contain. . Slow it Down.. I'm.