The poets say that all who love are blind,. But I'm in love and I know what time it is!. The Good Book says "Go seek and ye shall find";. Well, I have sought and my, what a climb it is!.
Ain't got the change of a nickel,. Ain't got no bounce in my shoes,. Ain't got no fancy to tickle,. I ain't got nothin' but the blues!. . Ain't got no coffee that's perc'in,.
Looking over Hong Kong harbor. Throw a shrimp in yellow wine. Eat it when it ceases moving. Just before is fine too. . There's an ancient Chinese saying.
It's too late, she's gone. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my only one. It's too late, she's gone. . It's a woman that cries.
(Chorus:). I'm troubled, I'm troubled. I'm troubled in mind. If trouble don't kill me. Lord I'll live a long time. . Courting is pleasure. And parting is grief.
I've seen the rain pouring down The sky was grey with a speck of blue. Peek through a hole in the clouds The sun was screaming, "Hey You!".. . As you ramble through your sorrow Seems like everything come out wrong.
If you leave me, I'll go crazy. If you leave me, I'll go crazy. 'Cause I love you, love you. Oh, I love you too much. . If you quit me, I'll go crazy.
Just like the prodigal son when he was far from home. He wanted to go back and tell his father he had done wrong. He fell on his knees, the Lord answered his pleas.
Well, I ain't never, I ain't never. Seen nobody like you. Well, oh never, have I ever. Seen nobody like you. . Well, you call me up and say you'll meet me at nine.
Maybe you'll wanna give me kisses sweet. But only for one night with no repeat.. And maybe you'll go away and never call,. And a taste of honey is worse that none at all..
Money, who needs it. Let me live a life free and easy. Put a toothbrush in my hand. Let me be a travelling man. I'm a roadrunner, baby. Roadrunner. Roadrunner.
In the bleak mid-winter frosty winds made moan. Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone. Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow. In the bleak mid-winter, long ago.
Adisa Banjoko: I'm chillin' right now with Keithy E from Gang Starr. On some stoop in San Francisco. Guru: Word. They also call me the Guru. Guru stands for Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal. I got my homeboys in the house from Fillmore. Jugga D, Big T, Funkenlien is in the house.
Been gone too long. Don't make me beg. . They'll try, they'll try, they'll try. To keep us apart. . They'll try, they'll all try. To keep us apart. . But yes we can.
This trust is broken. We have less to depend on. A sincere feeling of being defeated. We're growing tired of waiting and wishing. And throwing our coins down to the fountain.
Can't you see. That these long nights on the phone. And these complaints make coming home. A little harder on the head. And heavier on the heart. We will rise again.
Like everybody you see, like everybody you see. The word this world from the prams. . Inevitable. I love to dance. And it's Saturday again, very logical.
(My name is Ivanhoe. Ivanhoe? There was a time when I used to know a boy called Ivanhoe. That was many years ago. A fine lad.. Are you speaking of Ivanhoe the Norman?.
My boys take what I say. Do it the studio way. New equipment all clean. New gear. Clothes mean. I answer and take the calls. No trouble with the law. Turn it up for interviewers.
It's a curse. Well thy forsooth. Who is that interesting hack over there?. By Gad, verily. Cracked curse. Disliked. Burdened. It's a curse. And am not unguilty of using it.