This is the sound of one voice,. one spirit one voice,. the sound of one who makes a choice,. this is the sound of one voice,. This is the sound of one voice..
It's a beautiful night. with the radio on. I got my shoe laces tied up. tighter than the sun. I turn the radio up (you're the only one). You see my baby's on her way.
Offensive and insulting exceeding every boundary in search of higher ecstasy living for the. moment every day to the fullest anything can be achieved rapid-fire instructions forced into.
Violently I grudge fuck your mouth. Broken jaws allow you to deep throat. Bleeding your teeth smashed in. Physically and orally tortured. Pleasure me anally then orally.
He used to live right up the street. On the corner of Jones street. No one knows just what he's done. But now he weighs 151. . Orlando's Not Here!. . Riding the street on his weighed down schwinn.
He used to live right up the street. On the corner of Jones street. No one knows just what he's done. But now he weighs 151. . Orlando's Not Here!. . Riding the street on his weighed down schwinn.
Crown my desire fulfill my bliss. A pretty young girl and a jug of this. All of my sorrows are past and fled. Until I'm in my grave and dead. . Those pretty young girls come out in flocks.
Now that the whole third wave is gone. It's time for us to carry on. We took a break and stayed away. Now we've got a lot of things to say. . Don't give a fuck about your scene.
Lost and alone but I still keep proceeding on. No sense of time, I don't even know where I'm goin'. I begin to get breathless and my heart, it keeps beating faster.
Here's a story I've been told. About a child of 12 yeard old. Breathing life to young trees falling. Before the barbed wire on the plain. Before the white man ever came.
(Roch Voisine/James Campbell). She was a woman troubled like a river. Trees all around her. But I only ever came near enough. To hear her voice. On the outside.
They called her Synthesizer Suzi. And Fast Fingers Flynn and Bobby. You played saxophone. Like you'd never play again. . We all four got together in a divey weekend bar.
ride for me. just don't hold me. blood depends. paint portraits of me. . won't you stay. a little longer. you find pain in most my pleasure. . whoa only to haunt you.
Hvorfor sige nej-ej-ej. til orden og lov-ov-ov?. Folk der siger nej-ej-ej,. er ikke rigtig klog-og-oge.. . Ja, hvorfor sige nej-ej-ej. til orden og lov-ov-ov?.
You bitch, you hurt me,. and now I can never forgive you.. You bitch, you bitch,. You hurt me.
You'll burn my flag. . You'll crash my car. . You'll kill my cat. . You'll break my balls. You'll watch my cities fall. but not tonight. . You're the devil's own.
(words m.brooke/music m.brooke, m.jones). . he don't care the i've been untrue. he don't care that i cry every night 'cause we're through. and he don't wait to walk me home.
I usually let guys approach me first. But this obsession is only gonna get worse. Up against the wall like you don't have a care. My friends are tryna get me to walk over there.
I left my head at the end. Of the phone last night. I left my head by the side. Of your bedside light. I can't sleep. 'Cause I'm cutting my teeth on you.