Hang it out with that slizzie crag. They're all going nowhere baby. We're gonna gonna gonna bring you down. You better listen to a word I'm saying. . Girl.
World service bulletin. From the nightshift D.J.. To all wavebands on Earth. Reconnoiter on the killahertz. . This tune is going out to Marconi. To all corners of the globe.
Once I got to the mountain top, tell you what I could see. Prairie full of lost souls running from the priests of iniquity. Where the hell was Elijah.
It's nine o'clock in the Chinese Take-Away. And I blame the effects on the Gamma Ray, the Gamma Ray. Well, losing out on Mah Jong. I set my watch to Hong Kong.
Oh the games people play now. Every night and every day now. Never meaning what they say now. Never saying what they mean. . While they wile away the hours.
Aspirations, flat refusals. Childhood bedrooms, disapproval. Would be authors, erstwhile singers. Costume jewelry, ballpark figures. Naked power, basic sidekick.
I got the things that make you go. Boom bat, boom, boom boom, t-ba. You got the things that make me go. Boom bat, boom, boom boom, t-ba. I don't, know how, you ever let this go.
Goin' Back Home To New Orleans. Joe Liggins & his Honeydippers. . INTRO. . verse. Goin' back home, te-na-nee, to the land of the beautiful queens. Goin' back home to my baby, I'm goin' back to New Orleans.
Go Ahead. (Joe Liggins). . If you find anything that you wanna do... go ahead. (go ahead). If you find anything that you wanna do... go ahead. (go ahead).
Walkin' on the shore. Feelin' mighty bad. These have been the worst. Ol' blues I ever had. So far. Since you've gone. So far. . Clouds around my brain.
Newspaper blanket. and a basket case full of bones and fragmented memories.. Feels like a gambler when he tanks it,. for his losers share of empty promises.
I can't get richI can't make a living. But I sure do something for the neighborhood women. I wake up every morning with a knocking at my door. You can't keep 'em waiting when they're yelling for more.
Guantanamera, ma ville, GuantanameraGuantanamera, ma ville, Guantanamera.. . C'etait un homme en derouteC'etait un frere sans douteIl n'avait ni liens, ni placeEt sur les routes de l'exilSur les sentiers, sur les placesIl me parlait de sa ville.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera. Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera. . Yo soy un hombre sincero,De don de crece la palma,Yo soy un hombre sincero,De don de crece la palma,Yantes des morirme guiero,Echar mis versos del alma,.
Good lovin' keeps a home together good lovin' sure can make it right. If you never wanna be without him it means lovin' everything about him. That keeps your man around you tight.
pau, pedra. o fim do caminho.. um resto de toco. um pouco sozinho.. um caco de vidro. a vida, o sol.. a noite, a morte. o lao do anzol.. peroba do campo.
pau, pedra. o fim do caminho.. um resto de toco. um pouco sozinho.. um caco de vidro. a vida, o sol.. a noite, a morte. o lao do anzol.. peroba do campo.
Olha que coisa mais linda. Mais cheia de graa. ela menina. Que vem e que passa. Num doce balano. Caminho do mar. Moa do corpo dourado. Do sol de Ipanema.
Get into the rhythm. . Get into the rhythm. Let the music control. Get into the rhythm. For your body and your soul. . Get into the rhythm. Let the music control.