Duck the halls with boughs of holly,. 'Tis the season to be jolly,. . Don we now our gay apparel,. Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,. . See the blazing Yule before us,.
Dry dusty road. Dry dusty road. Brother, won't you carry me along. This dry dusty road. . Children shallying. Playing in the morning sun. Spike-heeled lady.
On my way to Tennessee. Rolling east on Route 40. Calling you, I can't get through. If I'm so down then why ain't you?. . I know you used to love me. Those shoes that I bought you.
If I'm never gonna save myself. I gotta turn to someone else. I know, I know we got to get real, get real. . Scene one, the cat is out the bag. (Send deliverance).
I was drifting, in the ... wander aimless.. It's franchise in the... and i ... .. . I was lost then I was found, found then lost again.. It's a mystery to me, oh yeah..
Noi ci ritroveremo ancora insieme. davanti a una finestra,. ma molte, molte lune in l. e poche stelle in meno. e forse sarai stanco per la corsa del topo.
Auf dem markt von Albuquerque. lebte jahrelang ein Mann.. Er besaß nur ein paar Puppen. . doch damit zog er alle an.. Auf einer kleinen Bretterbühne. sah man die Puppen jede nacht.
Komm wir machen alle mit. . vor zurück und Wechselschritt. . man wird ganz verrückt davon -. ja. so geht der Clap Clap Song.. Einmal auf das linke Bein.
I'm a drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery. I'm a poor drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery. And if I could only change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me.
I'm a drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery. I'm a poor drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery. And if I could only change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me.
I'm a drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery. I'm a poor drunken-hearted man, my life seems so misery. And if I could only change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me.
I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone. I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone. I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan?.
Don't Mistreat Your Woman Trk 4 2:30. Robert Lee McCoy (aka Ramblin' Bob & Robert Nighthawk). (Robert McCoy). Recorded: Aurora, Illinois - Leland Hotel Wed May 5th, 1937.
Intro:. . Rape victim:. I just remember.... I don't really... I don't quite remember. . Rob:. Dang..... . Rape victim:. I just remember it hurt. You know?.
How did I find you?. Did I remind you of the boy at the Louvre?. Watching you move. I don't know, for five hundred years. . Out of the furnace into the forest.
Waiting on the phone to ring and wake us up again. Lost inside a dream with halls that never seem to end. Falling from the ceiling, I keep crawling on the floor.
And the pounding becomes a thousand drums. Day in, day out, the same old voodoo follows me about. The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you.
Steam was rising in the Asian quarter. When she stepped out in the street. Voices dropped and every eye was on her. As she braved the midnight heat. .
Don't let the sun catch you cryin'. The night's the time for your tears. Your heart may be broken tonight but tomorrow with the morning light. Don't let the sun catch you cryin'.