I choose not to coax darkness. Nor will I strike up a match. Ill be perched in the front seat. Awaiting my lover to crash. And when the end of the world arrives.
The good lord must have heard my prayers. Because he packed up and disappeared. He took the praise and extravagant odes. And left the sting, I've been dying to know.
In my life I made a choice. To be what I have to be. But when I am to see myself in the mirror. I can't contain my pain. It looks me right in the eye.
Martin, can you not see the blue's around you, their comin' up. fast, their behind you and with all these blues around you, you canott win. you've got to loose, their goanna fence you in..
You stay up all night, till the fever breaks, you take off work to catch your sons ball game, give up smoking so college is paid, thats what love is..
Yes, give thanks and praise. To the most high Jah Rastafari. Yeah, you know. As I would say ya, you know. The father is the strong hold for the oppressed.
Vexation of spirit is a waste of time. Negative thinking, don't you waste your thoughts. Verbal conflict is a waste of word. Physical conflict is a waste of flesh.
A your youth you know, wew. . For the master has come back, gong the originally. Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally. For the master has come man, man, I do it regularly.
waiting in traffic, like the rest. I cursed the melting chocolate on my dress. thinking, I could be halfway to Montreal. insted im counting crows and trying not to stall, don't stall.
am I bound to you. or will you wither with the rest. will you loosen your grip. as you fade into the sunset. . will I want to leave you. shattered on the floor.
Hip Hop ist gerade in ner beschissenen Lage.. Lass uns Tapeten kleben komm schnapp dir nen Pinsel und Farbe.. Ich brauch nur Silben und Vokale für das Bild dass ich Male..
Hallo Tagebuch ich habe dich im Schrank nicht gefunden. Und gestern noch die halbe Wohnung nach dir abgesucht.. Du bist ja ganz verstaubt hat wer ein Taschentuch.
I am your top ten severed. I am your number one. Reduced to fictions dance floor. And take delirium. . A man of seasoned syndromes. Programming mysteries.
Baby, why'd you wake me?. Is it my idea of eyes, a thousand sleeping eyes?. It's creeping up to you like peepshow ghosts they do. A sorry fault of mine will take you back in time.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh. Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, do it like that, what?. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, like that, what?.
Born like everyone with a slate as clean. Baby grew into a boy and started building steam. Boy learned how to blow it off in a dangerous kind of way. Well fellas here he comes that runaway train.
(Chorus:). If I was a truckin' man. I'd be a gear jammer with a one-armed tan. I'd spend my nights in the roadhouse. Days on the lost highway. Hey, if I was a truckin' man.
Why are you striving these days?. Why are you trying to earn grace?. Why are you crying?. Let me lift up your face, just don't turn away. . Why are you looking for love?.
The way his shoulders bore the world. You could see he'd loved the girl. He looked like he'd walked through hell. On a road the rest of us knew well. I said, "friend, I've worn those shoes.
So now your not there. But your ghost. Still burns in the air. . And finally, above us the waves,. have come to take you away.. . And with this song. I'll say goodbye.