(slowa i muzyka: Kukiz). O, mamo ja nie chce. Chodzic do szkoly muzycznej. Cwicze i nie mam nic. Popatrz ile zarabia Prince. Wcale nie mam ochoty. Spiewac jak Pavarotti.
La da da da da da da da da dum. La da da da da da dum. . La da da da da da da da da dum. La da da da da da dum. . How deep is your ocean?. How high is your sky?.
Saturday night, we look alright. We're going out boring. Paris, France London town. NYC, boring. . Nothing thrills us anymore. No one kills us anymore.
If it makes you love me more. To put one foot out the door. Step outside. . And if you feel wild and free. When you're out away from me. Run away. . Coz I can hear it in your voice.
I didn't know that I would love you like I do. I didn't think that I was ready to. But there's something about the way you take my hand. It's like I never touched a man.
This problem is a decade old. My longing has been oversold. I've been repaid a thousand fold. But still I wait for more. . A gentle pull, you bring me down.
I put my shoes on one foot at a time. I take a step and soon forget the day with worries on my mind. I was born to move. Was born to soar. Born to travel through this world and explore.
When all of the squats have been turned into gallery spaces. and the punks out on the corner, what's that look on their faces?. It says; "What do we do, now that all of the yuppies replaced us?".
I'm a Baltimore believer,. Ever since you have come back... . We had nothing, but we had it all. Two country kids, on a roll. The sights and sounds of a living town,.
I hear the birds come greet me in my morning,. They sing the songs of love in tongues of ages past,. And all the while a vision is unfolding,. The Moorhen pipes at me, "don't sleep the day away"..
[From the CD of Invisible Men]. Sunday morning. There's a cold wind. Down by the Tatterdoo. Rocks are scarred with blue. No one saw her. Like a seabird.
I won't be beaten down by them.. They'll take you all.. But I know my art has struck.. This world of broken dreams will pass under me.. They'll never see victory.
Girl, you sure look pretty there. Standin' in the doorway in the sunset light. Or maybe I read you wrong. Thinkin' I could be your Mr. Right. . Well, I was puttin' my heart and soul on the line.
Well, Bobbi's been a friend since I can't remember when. We all went together to school. A linebacker, a quarterback-sacker. Yeah Bobbi, he's as strong as a mule.
So many choices in my life these days. So much confusion, so many shades of gray. That sometimes I don't know my left from my right. But I've got these old black and whites.
Well, maybe lately I've been. Acting a little bit strange. And maybe there's. A few things I need to explain. . So what if I call you at work for no reason.
Well, maybe lately I've been. Acting a little bit strange. And maybe there's. A few things I need to explain. . So what if I call you at work for no reason.
She's got, 'Honky Tonk Woman' on her license plat. She's got black, leather britches, long, long legs. She's got a booty tattoo, red lips and a tongue.
May the road rise to meet us. Wind always be at our back. As we follow our dreams. May our hearts ever lead and not lose track. . May we smile at the end of the day.
Pre>bwatu e e, bwatu e e (canoe, canoe). Bwatu e e, bwatu e e (canoe, canoe). Bwatu ya bolingo, bwatu a salongo (canoe of love, canoe of work). Bwatu e, bwatu ya ndenge moko (canoe, canoe of the same way).