Parcel o' Rogues. ================. Fareweel to a' oor Scottish fame. Fareweel oor ancient glory. Fareweel even tae oor Scottish name. Sae famed in martial story.
Take a day off and rest yourself. Praise your God for another day. Take a day off and rest yourself. Praise your God for another day. Praise him, praise him.
through the fields of flame i ran with you. every blow you took i took with you. i lied for you when you moved underground. and covered you as the storm of rage came down.
Primitives dress in feathers and masks. To scare away their enemies. The frightening thing is not dying. The frightening thing is not living. Scientists guess which is worse we will ask.
The power of love can make a blind man see. Can bring a man to his knees. The power of love can make a sultan grieve. Can make a skeptic believe. . The power of love is south of south.
A tide of blue blood. A tide of mystic light so consuming, shadows take a life of their own. But you won't see them walk around, CFR, TLC. (Council on Foreign Relations, Tri-Lateral Commission).
Numbed to the bone, shaken down. Can you feel the thickness of twenty four hour days. Can you feel the world and your blood escalate. Can you feel your body from the neck up?.
I can't be held responsible. For anything that I say to you tonight. And I won't be held responsible. For anything that I want to do to you. . Expect the unexpected.
i still remember what we used to say. when we said "we're just as one". we were heading for the promised land. keep the faith, i'm still close to you..
Yes boss, yes boss, yes boss, yes boss.... . Police in helicopter, a search fi marijuana.. Police man in d streets, searching fi collie weed.. Soldiers in d field, burnin d collie weed..
There's a place in this world. Where light is so intense,. And everything is shining. Like a hundred suns. No clouds no leaden skies. I can see real colours.
from a lost room i write to you. hoping i could break through. i'd like to find a piece of you. in this place coz i miss you. . sometimes i smell your perfume.
Everybody gets fucked up of saying ther's no way to live,. Working half our lives like dogs then try to have fun. I turn the TV off, don't watch the dreams that I can't afford,.
the way she moved. the way she kissed. it ended all tonight. and I know that time is ticking by. . I faded out. he faded in. your distaste for the world.
What your hands do,. It's your own eyes that see,. So won't you judge you're actions. To make sure the results are clean.. It's your own conscience that is gonna remind you.
[Lyrics: De Yta]. [Music: Valdespino]. . Rage and hate. Is what I felt just before it came. What it once was fear. Now it's the purest lust. On the search for eternity.
Dzokkyset tazjy voldjsjko, piosme vozjmasjko. Kotem njanj buj-buj bude, sjulemy kerekte. Party for everybody, dance. Come on and dance. Come on and dance.
Poor Boy Long Way From Home 2:21 Trk 21. Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White). Recorded: 1963 Memphis, Tennessee. Album: Parchman Farm Blues - Roots RTS 33055.