He was born in Mississippi 1924.. He was born in Mississippi 1924.. Left his home with no money.. He had to pay his dues,. but he knew the time was comin'.
I'm leaning on the lamp. Maybe you think I look a tramp. Or maybe you think I'm round to steal a car. But no, I'm not a crook. And if you think that's what I look.
(Peter Cowap). . You've walked out on the in crowd. with a girl that you've just met. for a little late night livin' on your own. and you want to dance till morning with.
[R.Iorio]. . Pueblos nativos del suelo mo. fueron saqueados y sometidos.. . Por la siniestra garra de la madre perra,. que orgullosa festeja quinientos aos.
It's very clear, our love is here to stay. Not for a year but ever and a day. The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know. May just be passing fancies and in time may go.
Livin' on free food tickets water in the milk from the hole in the roof. Where the rain comes through what can you do uh. Tears from little sister cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch.
Let me be a little kinder let me be a little blinder. To the faults of those about me let me praise a little more. Let me be when I am weary just a little bit more cheery.
I think you got a low self opinion man. I see you standing all by yourself. Unable to express the pain of your distress. You withdraw deeper inside. You alienate yourself.
I see you from across the room. Is there something on your mind?. I'm thinking about taking the round about route. I'm thinking about the straightest line.
I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you. I hate you. I want you.
I hate the world that I think hates me. Punch holes in the wall you know that hurts me. Feel dark and cold alone it burns me. Wish someone would come and touch me.
You think you're gonna to live your life alone. In darkness. And seclusion. Yeah I know. You've been out there. Tried to mix with those animals. And it just left you full of humiliated confusion.
man, we got to get this together. we got to take control or we're never gonna get out of control. all that proper conduct is a con too heavy to bear. I've heard tale the truth will set you free.
So!. Being a fan of the use of language. Being a fan of English, um. I got this amazing letter from a fella named Boris.. And I wanted to read this to you..
Got my mind set on a brand new revolution. Set my mind straight for a brand new constitution. . The Lord is here with a mic in his hand. The second comin's gonna be.
There's a man in a cutaway. Buying drinks for the room. All the cheer raining down on the day. Comes to nothing and leaves by the broom. . On the streets named for presidents.
(Traditional). . The bed is too small for my tired head. Bring me a hill soft with trees. Tuck a cloud up under my chin.
The milk truck hauls the sun up. And the paper hits the door. The subway shakes my floor. And I think about you. . Time to face the dawning gray. Of another lonely day.