When you choose me, you start to lose me.. When I get you, I start to regret you.. When we're lovers, it's almost over-. You can hear my heart,. in the dark,.
Ten minutes to meltdown, I'm having a drink. And I've don't think you care, no I don't even think. About you or the hands that you say you don't love.
[Originally by Eric Bogle]. . It's an 800 years never ending war. That causes grief, sorrow, suffering and pain - and glory.. But glory for who?. My youngest son came home today.
Ein Jugendlicher a ein Kebap, es sollte sein letztes sein. Er traf auf drei Verrckte, die fingen gleich an zu schrei'n. "Der Fra in deiner Hand ist undeutsch; wirf's weg, sonst bist du dran!".
Slim Dunkin Intro. . (Dunk, Cap, Kid) Ohh Shit.... Brick Squad.. Ohh Shit.... Hit Squad.. Ohh Shit.... Dirt Gang!! Ohh Shit.. (dunk). . Slim Dunkin Verse:.
See me, I play all your games. Better than you do. I see it as nothing new. What would you do?. . I plan my life alone. Stumble through the unknown. I took your hand to find out.
Last night as I slept I saw my life slip away. Then you were next to me. I couldn't see your face but I knew that it was you. Giving me a second chance.
What Ever You Say Boss, Tell Me When You're Ready !!. . Cute Cut, Sterile, Stale, Zero, Stupid, Nothing To Say,. Screwed From Scratch, Isn't That Sad ? Cut Your Viciously Amazing Crap!!.
What Ever You Say Boss, Tell Me When You're Ready !!. . Cute Cut, Sterile, Stale, Zero, Stupid, Nothing To Say,. Screwed From Scratch, Isn't That Sad ? Cut Your Viciously Amazing Crap!!.
What Ever You Say Boss, Tell Me When You're Ready !!. . Cute Cut, Sterile, Stale, Zero, Stupid, Nothing To Say,. Screwed From Scratch, Isn't That Sad ? Cut Your Viciously Amazing Crap!!.
A Scream In The Air, So Powerful And Brave,. Neither Beautiful Nor Sexy, It Is Far Too Real.. . I Don't Remember Sinking The Eight Ball,. I Don't Remember Winning Or Losing It All..
My Black Gal Blues Trk 15 2:53. Sleepy John Estes. (John Adam Estes). Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal. With: Noah Lewis - harmonica. Jab Jones - piano & Yank Rachell - mandolin.
A whaling time from those fabulous characters, The Kinks. . Well, I've tried everything to get along with you. But I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do.
You will be the lucky one. Who will see the deadly one. You will die on your knees. By the hand of Mr. Freeze. . Will you see when the rest are blind.
Unknown are the caverns of the mind. New realms of affliction lurk inside. Unbound massive mental energy. Your last breaths taken from you easily. . Incoherence disrupts your rationale.
A misty night, a perfect night. Beneath the cold of the frozen star. You feel the fright, you know I'm near. You never should have come this far. I am live, you can't kill me.
By suicidal tendencies trident missiles in the air. My missiles underground, protect us till we're dead. . Memories of tomorrow. Crying sorrow. . Push the button kiss good bye the nuclear arsenal.
Murder at your every foot step. A child's toy sudden death. Sniper blazes you through your knees. Falling down, can you feel the heat burn?. . Ambushed by the spray of lead.
Met a man, a motorway man. Met a man, he really makes you wonder. Slow faced worn and weary. One race left and then fall over. . And I see him every single day.
Was it circumstance. Or was it merely?. That the sky fell down. And made you weary. . I told you. But you already knew. I will miss you. I will certainly miss you.