Vous avez l'heure s'il vous plaît. Je suis là pour l'appartement,. Moi j'investis dans l'immobilier. Je prend des engagements. Je voudrais connaître le prix.
Valkyrie..... Valkyrie..... . Like a mist through the trees. I cross the battlefield. She is born upon the breeze. She comes to where I kneel. There is no doubt. She comes for me.
I heard you on the radio. Some other time. From some forgotten studio. Way down the line. So long, so long I've waited now. To hear you again. That song, that song will still remain.
It's not a disease. A weapon of war. It's not a disease. Let's even the score. . This game's a race. . A race to the death. This game's a race. There'll be nothing left.
Velvet Days you make your little way. Pouring rain make that face. You make my little day. I laugh till my heart drops down deep. You break your little freak.
4 p.m. death by mosquito. And vitamins V. Home and the contrasting squalor. A mouth full of vodka. . This lukewarm catastrophe. Is a recipe for rebirth.
I feel the tug of war, I fight the fight. But I don't have the patience. Or the stamina to last one night. With color mad candy mouth, you. . Your reputation lives in spite of me.
[Verse 1 - Lowkey]. From West 10 to the West Bank,. I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with my left hand,. Never work for a Zionist, never been a yes man,.
Well, I wear the same face as you. And you share my sick point of view. But I do hate you. . Vomit my heart. Pull my head apart. Vomit my heart. Pull my legs apart.
This year at Christmas, everybody's feeling funny. No one's making joyful sounds. Cranberry sauce ain't staying down. The lineups at the bathroom are longer than at the mall.
Mírame,. Mírame bien a la cara y dime,. Mírame,. Mira bien todo mi cuerpo y dime,. Mírame,. Quiero que hoy me digas toda la verdad.. . Cuéntame,. Dicen que tú estás enamorado,.
Necromancer, the rites of dementia. See what the death looks like. Souls with the limbo, coming withe eternal flames. Arrive in circles of trembling hands.
Raising my head to yell my life out. Standing naked, strained as a dying worm. With body of light gleaming with my disquiet. With myriads of stars not-to-be-seen.
In trouble with the dogs. Yapping like the trogs on that tape. Getting stepped on like a baby. Maybe slept too long. Is that so wrong?. . So at sunrise we moved on.
Ooooh. Ke utlwa medumo mmino le dithoko tsa kwana lapeng yeah. Basadi ka medidietsane ba nkutlwa ke fora ba re. Dithabeng tsa basotho. Dinokeng tsa rato le kwano.
With all her talk of all the others. When it shadows everything. And I can't think. About her silence and her rings. I see no place to pin my thought.