[Rakaa Iriscience]. no questions. I pledge resistance to the grass. that hides the snakes of America. so they watch it, now I walk with caution. more careful put more thought to options.
Dilated Peoples (yeah yeah!). {*Al-Al-Al-Al-Al, Al, Al, Alchemist*}. It's a new day (A-L-C, Expansion Team business). Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! (Let's do it). .
Once again the sun came up. Way hight over my bones. He got up late in the night. To remind me I was here. I was blinded by the light. But everything became real clear.
Backe, backe Kuchen, der Bäcker hat gerufen. Wer will guten Kuchen backen, der muss haben sieben Sachen. Eier und Schmalz, Butter und Salz. Milch und Mehl, Safran macht den Kuchen gehl!.
I remember standing still. Rushing water around our feet. I remember everything but now. It's harder than it has to be. . Hard times you came back. Our time, you told me to be strong.
Now the world rises satanic. Cooked up, lipped up with panic. Blowing time jacking in the habit. Disaffected, shooting manic. Black lines up in the attic.
And grab your coat, it's getting cold. You know I'm gonna miss you. Don't get below a quarter tank. That gas burns quicker than you think. Oh, and always check that rear view.
Bring back. Bring it back. Bring it. Bring it back(x9). . Bring back the apocalypse. Never ____ for the end(x3).
(BABYDOCTOR - Three ways of staring at the sun). . Thank you Thank you Babydoctor. Babydoctor Thank you. And you count out the years you have been here.
Dinner call in the late afternoon. The sun step down for the moon. Story books, nightlights. And I still remember songs. Piano sing-alongs. And the colored sounds of spring.
I love to be a British queen. I am Victoria, you see. Now where's my British butler. With my British cup of tea?. Tea is not from Britain, ma'am. From India it was brought.
Out of the basement. comes the artist in crime. down to the bone. he drinks the violent wine. touch of evil. he's got twisted kicks. ain't gonna talk.
BAD BLOOD. . People come & go. Broken hearted. O.D. on poison. Take a dry dive. Get loaded on smack. & locked up in the john. For the rest of their life.
You can beat the drum. Got to be for real, your a bum. beat him up and you can beat your wife,. Beat your club child. You can bet your life. . You can't beat me.
Hello mamma don't blame me. If I look a lil'. Out of control. But life as a Rock 'n Roll idol. Is worse than livin'. In a tell tale hole. . Last night.
Back (in y'r love). . When the wind is crawlin'. at y'r basement floor. & the rats are runnin' round. tryin' to get underheath y'r chamber door. when I smell the . . ..