Lost In A Dream 2:20 Trk 6. (Buster Brown (Wayman Glasco). Buster Brown - harmonica & vocal. Fire Records 1960. Album: Buster Brown New King of Blues.
(June -91). While we may believe. our world - our reality. to be that is - is but one. manifestation of the essence. Other planes lie beyond the reach.
Tune my weaker eye, spit white. Hold the world up all day. She's blue in the face again. Paracetamol. . Burn the darkness all away. And drinking kitchen paint.
LORD RONALD. (Robert Burns). O where hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?. O where,hae ye been, Lord Ronald, my son?. I hae been wi' my sweetheart, mother, make my bed soon;.
LADY ONLIE. (Robert Burns). A' the lads o Thornie-bank,. When they gae to the shore o' Bucky,. They'll step in an' tak a pint,. Wi Lady Onlie, honest lucky..
Laddie, Lie Near Me. (Robert Burns). 'Twas na her bonie blue e'e was my ruin;. Fair tho' she be, that was ne'er my undoing:. 'Twas the dear smile when naebody did mind us,.
Land of my birth, land of my birth. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Love you, Jamaica, Jamaica, I love you. Land of my birth, land of my birth.
Okay, we can stop now, time to this stop and go. We can stop pretending to be sane on this cold worn sidewalk. We look like fools today, much like yesterday.
There's no way around what I did today. Threre's nothing more that I could ever say. Except things you don't wanna hear. I'm sorry, I know how it feels.
Look at me now, I'm bleeding. the river runs red, no more dreaming. the dream is over, we lost the war. the sun is rising, the last time, nevermore. .
Spoiled child of the modern age filled with useless rage. Keeps looking for something that's nowhere to be found. I'm being fed like a little bird who can't seem to fly.
There's something tearing inside. Something I just can't hide. Hold my breath for a while. Before it's too late. It seemed so clear to me. Life was all it has to be.
I swear if they see us. Theyre going to kill us. Surely theyll feed us. To little piranhas. . O but God,. Dont you drink that wine. It tastes of blood,.
Waiting around and I beg to go home. Foolin' around, let's go now. Pennies drop, seventh sense, so don't complain to me. It's eight-0-clock, don't rely on telling time to stop.
You know it's simple and true but nobody can move me. Quite the way the way you do, every day, every night. If the timin' is right, we become more than just us two.
Lifes a show and we all play a part. And when the music starts,. We open up our hearts. . Its all right if some things come out wrong.. Well sing a happy song.
How does she break me down. Why am I still around?. Piece by piece till I fall. When did I lose my balls. . I'm not gonna think about it - this will be the last time.