Caught out in the pourin' rain deep within my soul. live a life of torture and pain will it ever end? Will it ever end. . Cold dark world seek my fortune what is right for you and me?.
"Geembo, before you leave our village...". "Yes oh great one..". "Dont Interrupt me! *slaps*. "Ugh!". "To make your quest for hip hop easier, take this".
[Chapter 2]. Unable to see the cruelty of man. Carrying the sins of his father's deeds. Born weak but blessed with inner fire. Taught how to dream learned to hope.
They don't own me. I'm not a piece in their games. Can't control me. They're the only ones to be blamed. I'll never break down. I won't give up this fight.
A love story's what you're about to hear. it's about a girl who wasn't sincere yeah. I asked her out and she didn't refuse but everyday it was a new excuse.
I heard a rumor and it's hard to ignore. everybody is saying punk's not cool anymore. So I called all my friends just to make sure. then I went down to the record store.
Goodbye to sorrow. The end, of waiting, miracle, tomorrow. Wait with action, avoid the cries. Advance with patience. The one I seek, can save the heart.
Sunday is Gloomy,. My hours are slumberless,. Dearest the shadows. I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will. never awaken you. Not where the black coach.
I give my life. Give my life give my life. Give my life to be in. The book of love. Give my life give my life. Give my life to gods above. When I go when I go when I go.
I was young once not that I even remember it much. I would hide inside the headphones. And the music I'd touch. But the song I used to sing is just the dream of a kid.
It's hard to have strength when there's nothing to eat. And it's hard to eat when you dont have the teeth. And how when you lose the one thing you love.
all hands on deck, throw your guns in the air. let's turn this ship around and leave this battleground. we've been lost at sea for a long time now. today I'm calling mutiny on every single memory.
up to no good, incarcerated Crescentwood. pushing insane, thinking I was John Wayne. life was looking grim, can you hear me, can you hear me, you pilgrims.
Yeah, I got this. Thinking my head. Yeah, you wanna say. The things not said. . What's the reason?. . Don't really care if you leave. Just wanna see you beaten.
They give what they give ya. You get what you get. . They take what they're taking. No matter what you said. . Or maybe, it's just apathy. Or maybe, we don't question it.
I will be released. I see you understanding. And this the sail away the give away. And I - I see you in the arms of november. . We sail - we sail. On the glory of love.
Traditional, arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie. . It was late last night when the boss came home. Asking about his lady. The only answer that he got was.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera. Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera. . Yo soy un hombre sincero. De donde crece la palma. Yo soy un hombre sincero.
Adapted by Arlo Guthrie. . Guabi Guabi kuzwan le toum diome. Ize les gambi shooey entana. Guabi Guabi kuzwan le toum diome. Ize les gambi shooey entana.
I went down to the grocery store. To get in I had to pay a dime or more. I hadn't yet begun to start. When I had to pay the rent on the shopping cart.