What's that sound (3X). You got me hanging on and listening to confessions on the telephone. Hear me now (3X). You beat me black and blonde somebody tell me what the hell is going on.
The pinch. One inch. Half a head. And half dead. No pain. No gain. There's a million voices in my brain. It's like a game of hide and seek. And I play every day.
Black Black beauty beautiful. mind body and soul. and everywhere in between. ain't that what you see. She's a Black black beauty. Such a precious gift to behold.
We burn, burn and we say goodnight. And we do it all again. And around and around we go. You cover ground with a dangerous live. And you look like a painting of a beaten saint in a robe.
I will have my way with you,. And you can drive my blood machine,. My blood machine,. My blood machine. . You can't have all my love,. You can't have all my love,.
Say we will be giving.. We won't be cheap, we will be willing.. We'll pray for what we have in honor of the fortune we'll give thanks to the past.. I'm gonna drive off naked with the top down, even if i don't make it to the next town,.
Bang, bang, bang, I'm gonna get fired out, again. Blamin' everybody for the long time low that I put myself in. Well, I lost my teeth in a scuffle on the street with a good man, again.
Black flys is my super hero. A master guy, walking through the night, yeah. In a black light he always. tells you something cool. He shows you all girls beautiful, yeah.
Why? Tell me why! What the hell is going on?. Now! Tell me now!. 'cause I don't even understand myself. Never! You never ever go across that fatal line.
Can you feel my beat motion?. I wanna make you my sacrifice. . To the left. To the right. To the target. Go ahead. Until you bring her down. I'm running down to the end.
Do you have the time to listen to me whine. About nothing and everything all at once. I am one of those. Melodramatic fools. Neurotic to the bone. No doubt about it.
would it be ok if I borrow your car. you see I gotta get just a little too far. would it be ok if it takes me a while. to sputter out and call it a night.
By the time I get to Phoenix he'll be risin'. He'll find the note I left hangin' on his door. And he'll laugh when he reads the part that says I'm leavin'.
Brother, my cup is empty. And I haven't got a penny. For to buy no more whiskey. I have to go home. . Oh brother, my cup is empty. And I haven't got a penny.
Up those stone steps I climb. Hail this joyful day's return. Into its great shadowed vault I go. Hail the Pentecostal morn. . The reading is from Luke 24.
This garden that I built for you. That you sit in now and yearn. I will never leave it, dear. I could not bear to return. And find it all untended. With the trees all bended low.
It's up in the morning it's on the downs. And little white clouds like gamboling lambs. And I am breathless over you. And the red-breasted robin beats his wings.
Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm. smothered in mud at the foot of the river. the color vague is slapped around stupid. blood dries to a very dull color.
I got a blue bird. A blue bird on my shoulder. I got a blue bird. A blue bird on my shoulder. . I saw her standing. Standing by the water. She was naked.
Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin'. Tap tap tappin' with his cane. Blind Lemon Jefferson is a comin'. Tap tap tappin' with his cane. . His last ditch lies down the road of trials.