Etched in the woodwork, the faint histories, the private shadows of secrecy.. Their lineage, their words tell us nothing.. Their voices caress, and lick our wounds with poisoned tongues..
Behind the golden gates and the locked doors.. Away from where the cops beat aimlessly.. Where the parasites are plentiful and the usurpers feast on the work of others..
(Let us adore the everliving God. and render praise unto Him,. Who spread out the heavens. (and established) (2x) the earth.) (2x). Let us adore......
L'cha dodi likrat kala p'nei shabbat n'kabla (6x). L'cha dodi likrat kala (3x) p'nei shabbat k'kabla..
If I've managed to learn anything at all from what we've done. It's that even though it fills the cracks and crevices. And mends the tattered soul. Still we're each the others nemesis and.
Here she comes like a child with a gun. She makes you feel like you're the only one. She smiles and it's dangerous... in a little black dress. Superman and the filthy rich.
You heard of.... 'Dido and Aeneas'... Of 'Pyramus and Thisbe'.... Of 'Popeye and Olive'.... Of 'Oscar and Lord Alfred'.... ..Je suis le roi d'amour..
Yeah, yeah. Ooh, yeah, yeah. Live lovely love on the beach with the men. In their nice tan suits. Some without anything on. A lifeguard all year long.
Intro :. . Yea, No dis, but guess wha. Some gal just turn mi off. So mi haffi talk. An mi a see dem an a si dung an a laugh. Dem turn mi off, Frisco cry.
Lovers kiss. The haunting eyes of the innocent. I Hold you close. In the sweet caress. Of your wedding dress. I lay you down. Lost in the sound. . Of the temptress queen.
Verse 1. . Sunday morning coming round,. nothing left but the sweet old sound of yesterday,. I didn't see you coming.. You took your time ,. You took a lot..
(Anders Glenmark/Ture Rangstrm). Jag vill ha allt. Jag vill ha mer. Ett andetag ifrn din sjl. S nra som din hand kan n. Du nuddar mig och vill mig vl.
Todos me dicen el negro, Llorona. Negro, pero cariñoso (Bis). Yo soy como el chile verde, Llorona. Picante pero sabroso (Bis). Ay de mi, Llorona Llorona,.
Ay que bonito es volar. A las dos de la mañana. A las dos de la manana. Y ay que bonito es volar, ay mama. . Volar y dejarse caer. En los brazos de tu hermana.
Boom, boom. Yeah, yeah. . Boom, boom. Yeah, yeah. Come one, come on lets play, music the Fresh Beats way. . Hit the beat. Boom, boom. Boom, boom. . Oh come one lets play.
Let's get loud, let's get loud. Turn the music up, let's do it. C'mon people let's get loud. Let's get loud. Turn the music up to hear that sound. Let's get loud, let's get loud.
You took your 57 Holden right across the nation. Shooting up public schools and service stations. Never been arrested and you never thought you would.
Black it out like a war-torn city, black it out. I still deny, I will decide, I will deny. . Positively charged most of the time. Take a breathe and toe the line.
1,2,3 the phone's for me yeah. I don't want to get it but my mind disagrees. Running out of patience but I can't break away. And now it's taking so long to find a resolution.
Grew up in an industrial town,. two blocks away from the industrial sounds.. Three generations in the same old home.. Seven kids mum feels so alone.. Six of them looked like they had a chance to do something with their lives..