French:. Démodée,pas démodée vous savez. La mode et la musique c'est identique. Parce que la musique aussi elle exprime son epoque. Qu'est ce que vous pensez de l'epoque baroque.
She hung the phone and I said fuck you it's over. Sorry but this is the end. I said don't trip it was just a harmless sleepover. See, we're just was making friends.
burn the edges of your thoughts. feel the air beneath. burn the edges of your thoughts. feel the air beneath. . witness the cosmic dance from a red view.
[Instrumental]. . {Diabolos write the Book of Rock. Professor of Extreme Music Science. At night in his lab. The Beast bangs his head}.
If I could spend the rest of my life with my people, I would do it over and over again. Leave it up to them to fill up their steeple, leave it up to us to fill up on our friends.
Try and remember now just what has been done enslavement, displacement of every nation. And now to one nation everyone hold their grudge. Kinda make me wonder well which side I'm on. Don't defend the white and I don't defend the black. I defend truth and rights and all of that. Work on situations where I'm at. Hold my position never fall off track. ..
You're like my angel, fly away. You're like a mountain in my way. You're like my reason to be dead. That's what I said. . You're like my angel fly away.
Love is a burning thing. And it makes a fiery ring. Bound by ones desire. I fell down into a ring of fire. . I fell into a burning ring of fire. Went down, down, down and the flames went higher.
When I was young I was invincible. I found myself not thinkin twice. I never thought about no future. Its just a roll of a dice. . For the day may come.
It's not with apathy. That I am humbled. By the sound of the voices. Reaching into my. . Soul this time. It's not about the pain. Every breath you take in.
i had this dream we were in the resistance. somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists. you were my mistress yes you were a woman. but i knew it was you by the shape of your mouth.
Well, clinically insane. Yeah, that's all I need. A warm bed to lay my head. And the soft words, you spoke unto me. Well, I'd probably be. Better off dead.
You go to sleep by yourself. cause you hold yourself like nobody else.. What can I do to make you see. just how perfect you are to me.. . The cold blows the wind over my head.
[Song of Japanese baseball team "Hanshin Tigers"]. . Rokko oroshi ni sasso to. Soten kakeru nichirin no. Seishun no haki uruwashiku. Kagayaku wagana zo Hanshin Taigasu.
Reckless behavior. I know, know better. They smoke to the roads like. They've not seen color. Tea for your toast it's easier for me. Dressed like you're forty.
Take a good look at victims ahead. Put your foot on the burning gun. . No one from here to hell to fear. When road hog's pounding lead in the pit. Hit'n'run formula, fish'n'cut bait.
Ooh, you better, better clear the runway, hey. Step to snow, you got problem. Because you better clear the runway, hey, hey. . Step to snow, you got problem.
Hold on, oh yeah, hold on. . Now back in the days, hangin' out with the boys. The ghetto youths be willin', pulling out gat's for toys. Idrin be running wild, Dreadlocks be juggling.
Hold on, oh yeah, hold on. . Now back in the days, hangin' out with the boys. The ghetto youths be willin', pulling out gat's for toys. Idrin be running wild, Dreadlocks be juggling.