I was raised in a faraway land. Tryin' to be number one. Dad used to tell me, "Whatever you do. Never let go 'till you're done". . I was fighting as anyone.
I was raised in a faraway land. Tryin' to be number one. Dad use to tell me - "Whatever you do. never let go 'til you're done". I was fightin' as anyone.
Mugzy's in the mood for losing cat. He's gonna beat it downtown to where it's at. Hocks his axe for some cash and a mess of blues. When sickness drowns his fear.
Morning light shine through my window. Morning light tell me to leave you. Morning light and I wonder just. How can I wander alone in this world without you.
(Mando Dorame/Eddie Nichols). Arranged by Eddie Nichols and Mando Dorame. . Mugzy's in the mood for losing cat. He's gonna beat it downtown to where it's at.
Do I ever wonder?. More than words can say. Heaven knows it's. Hard enough to pray. . Let me tell you something. There's a change in me. Even now you're gone.
Walking home tonight. It came as no surprise. Certain parties making out. Before my eyes. . My little girl. Or woman of the world. . There's a small cafe.
Turn the lights down. (Way down low). Turn up the music. (Hi as Fi can go). . All the gang's here. (Everyone you know). It's a crazy scene. (Hey there just look over your shoulder).
I could feel at the time. There was no way of knowing. Fallen leaves in the night. Who can say where they're blowing?. . As free as the wind. Hopefully learning.
I am for a life around the corner. That takes you by surprise. That comes leaves all you need. And more besides. . I am for a life and time by numbers.
(Jack Poels). blief nog mar wat ligge in ow bed. tot heer hebbe we 't saame al gered. nog mar amper op de werlt is ow alles al verteld. en steeds nog zoveul mier wat ge ni wet.
Oh yeah. My baby left my sad. He didn't do nothing right. . My baby left me. My baby left me dry. My baby left my sad. He didn't do nothing right. . My baby left me.
Die, Die Motherfuc*er Die I spit on your holy book that you believe is the. Only truth If you must kill in the name of your God, I must fuc* the rotted.
There's nothing more that I would have that I could need. 'Cause having this means that I've got it all. When I was taking turns and you were wrong for me.
When the cradle of gold. like the story's been told. shows the blind man the way. to mystery bay. . then a dream will come true. for the sad and the blue.
So here's to you - my last farewell:. . i hate your face. i hate your smile. i hate your grace. i hate your style. i hate your words. your silence, too.