Nobody told me, the rain was gonna fall this hard. Nobody told me I would feel such pain. And nobody explained to me, the things these eyes would see.
My love for you's an everlasting love. Not hinged upon the good of (ashadine). You stand before me now, justified and clean. . An' your righteousness is like filthy rags.
Hush and let me hold you now,. While the rain is falling hard. Soon we'll find the laughter,. Even though the skies are dark.. . Hear me whisper,. Somewhere peace and hope exist..
Jose Deza, Autor. Virgilio Marti, Cantante. . Cuba linda de mi vida. Cuba linda siempre te recordare. Yo quiesera verte ahora. Como la primera vez. . Cuba linda de mi vida.
In her own sweet world. Populated by dolls and clowns. and a prince and a big purple bear.. Lives my favorite girl,. unaware of the worried frowns. we weary grown ups all wear..
June is. Following. A spot of light. Move on. A blue carpet. She. Can spy it through her private window. . She can. See something. Is missing maybe. "wWe are at the point".
Float. Without rest. Like the space. Between. The nightwalker's eyes. . Lost. In its caves. Then I stopped. Climbed the bank. To see the game. . Summer red fragrances around the lids.
I can not be certain of. Any event or place. Moving without effort. We will do the job for you. You've seen a strawberry. Mr Robinson behave. Mr President says.
Here's another story. To unfold made of secrets left untold a young girl. Who said yes to the night found. Herself at the "hotel sunrise". "Room number twenty-five, please".
In the clear. June lighting of a. Sunday morning she lies. . A soundless dream. Blows into her sleeping head. . The way she. Drops from her chaos. And slides to his smiling.
A moonless night. On the first snow. Love wore a face. Charming but strange. Eyes without lids. You. . Time flew away. From here and there. I did not see.
For miles. Only. Wind and water. Sweep. Roar. And now try to look. Through the mist. And.... Strain my eyes. To see what. Is behind. A fading memory. Little old.
Last night i fell. Ding dong dang. In a red glass of vine. I mean a glass. Of red vine. And i saw double. It was hard yeah. Ding dong dang. Try to walk walk straight.
Vient le nuage. Un soir de demi-brume. Les cafs gonflent de fume. Le petit homme qui chante. Dans le verre de bire. Du plus bel abandon. Devant soi soudain.
The the cloud. Shall come. A misty evening. With the cafes swelling with smoke. Little man sings into. His glass of beer. Of the most beautiful loss. In front of him.
When Things Go Wrong 4:01 Trk 5. (W. Broonzy). Buster Brown (Wayman Glasco). Buster Brown - harmonica & vocal. Fire Records 1960. Album: Buster Brown New King of Blues.
Sugar babe, Sugar baby. Please say you'll be mine. Sugar babe, Sugar baby. Please say that you'll be mine. . Every time I see you. Cold chills run down my spine.
Harmonica intro. . Buster spoken::. 'No, no, no, St. Louis Blues. Go right into it, ev'rybody'. One. . Unk bandmember:. 'What kind of beat?'. . Buster: Hm?.
Yeah, black woman. [Grand Puba]. This one goes out to all the black woman across. the whole planet Earth, givin our black nation birth. Nothin in this universe is worth your worth.