verse 1. I come boldly to Your throne. In the name of Your Son. Boldly to Your throne. Wanting nothing more than this. Than to be in Your presence. Nothing more than this.
doo da. normal is inside of your head. who are you?. nothing ever stays the same. i'd love to know you love yourself. it's the key to livin in this world.
Camp! K Camp. Lately, I've been gettin' money. (Big Fruit). . Lately, I've been gettin' money. I can't help how you feel. Baby you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real.
You're my type. I'm your nightmare. come and see. love is magic. now you see it. now you don't. now you won't. . But there you stand here I melt. I'm what you saw you're what I felt.
Give me your 15 minutes. If you're doing nothing with it. I'll take the fortune and fame. even Jesus had a stage name. take me for a ride. I'll believe everything I read.
She blew in on a sweet south breeze. Looking like Dixieland jamboree. yeah. She was a diamond sparkled to me so bright. And I was astounded I thought I saw the starlight.
Yeah, 500 miles to L.A.. 500 miles to my home. When I get back to L.A.. Never again will I roam. . Surfin' and drivin'. Are the only two things I know.
By Walter Egan. . Don't mess around with this smooth operator. She's gonna get you sooner or later. Take heed of her curly blonde hair. Blue eyes and her devil-may-care stare.
by Earl Shackleford. . Strange love affair, wouldn't you say baby. We pretend we don't care and start talking crazy. I say something you say something and it gets so confused.
by Walter Egan. . Baby give your man a break, don't you make him wait,. When he's at your door, you've got to treat your baby kind,. Then you're gonna find he'll be back for more,.
It's a dirty day in L.A.. A rainy night in New York City. I feel like I'm so far away from. The good things life has to give me. . I know I never will be satisfied.
by Walter Egan. . There's something in the way you say my name,. Like a child warm and mending,. It kills the demons and it makes me sane,. Love forever never ending..
by Stevie Nicks. . Intense silence as she walks in the room,. Her black robes trailing, sister of the moon,. And the black widow spider makes more sound than she,.
by Walter Egan and Christie McVie. . Who can say what moves my hand, who can see the things I've planned?. All is not as it should be, dealing with reality,.
Don't mess around with this smooth operator. She's gonna get you sooner or later. Take heed of her curly blonde hair. Blue eyes and her devil may care stare.
Strange Land Blues Trk 12 3:14. Walter Davis. (Walter Davis). Walter Davis - vocal and piano. Chicago Tuesday September 1931. Album: Walter Davis First Recording 1930-1932.
South-East Missouri Blues Trk 11 2:55. Walter Davis. (Walter Davis). Walter Davis - vocal, Roosevelt Sykes (Willie Kelly) piano. Chicago Tuesday September 29, 1931 RCA #67575-1.
Fatshe leso lea halalela. Fatshe leso lea halalela. . Shadowland. The leaves have fallen. This shadowed land. This was our home. . The river's dry. The ground has broken.
The other side of time (is coming!). Yes, I feel so fine. I feel real in my head. Oh, I feel so fine. We wanna feel so fine!. FINE!. . The other side of time (how far is good!?).
Music by Hatakka-Waltari. I live on slow thinking street. that's the place where losers meet. it's easy for them to have a ball. 'cos the losers think so small.