Same Plane. . Lyric Author: Roland Bowman. . Everywhere I go, its the same same. And everyone I meet, is on the Same Plane.. The human race is hurtin, can't get a grip. Can't get no feelin'. The clock is steady clickin' while the time keeps right on tickin'. Hours, and days and years away..
Daddy got da Caddy. Momma got da Continenal Me I got a pickup truck I ain't too sentimental. Sista's Honda's accurate cause Brother gotta V8 Ford. Uncle Jimmy, drives a semi, its the most he can afford. Grandma drives the meals on wheels, she hates to be alone, while Gandpa hooks the hooker with his Limo Telephone. Tyrone gotta Bently, Eldorado,likes his Rolls, he drive her kinda gently, dodgin' Gangsta gunshot hole..
I got a ninety nine Caddilac Coupe-de Ville. I live in the house on top of the hill. I got deals in Chicago, Detroit too. They call me the Middleman, cause I know what to do. You got the mob on the West side. East side the gang. They all come to me, cause they know I'm the man. On the North side the Five O, south side the Klan. West side the Spic's up in that Alcopolco scam,I like my speakers in the back, girls and the Benz. Smoke a little crack, hide the tracks from my friends..
Give me a guitar, and a girl, and some dreams to make my life happy. And some whiskey in a bottle, and some lovin' to help me get through. Take the ribbon from your hair,turn up the music, so I can get stoned. Drink the whiskey to kill the pain, and try to tell me I'm not insane. And lie, and say that you still care..
(This is a song called Part Of Me). You'll always be part of me just like the wind that blows his part. In every storm that fills my heart. You'll always be the light that shines and guides me through the lonely nights.
Over Yonder by the river stands a memory. A grave-yard, for a life that used to be. This ole' homless shelter without Love is made of stone. Over Yonder this ole'house is all alone..
You say that others tempt you and it's hard to turn them down. You say that you get lonesome when I'm not around. Please remember you're my kingdom and I want to always wear a crown.
I don't wanna watch no TV. I don't wanna wear no diamond stone. I don't wanna play, another no show. What can I say? Have a nice day.. The mornin' is a zoo. Ain't it too much. How do you look? It's a nice touch. I like the way you tease, with just a little sleeze. What can I say?.
Your kisses ain't the same as they used to be. They used to be so hot they sent a chill through me. You used to treat me good. But now you're not so kind.
Soul in the shadows. Pulse in the night. I can see forever. Like a crow taking flight. Warm shot of whiskey. Lightning fever heat. Bullet's in the chamber.
Gloucester. If you come to Gloucester.Be sure to fall. in love,Cause that is where I lost her.. To the angels up above.It happened on a hot day,At the Guinee Jubilee..
(This is a song called A Part Of Me). You'll always be part of me just like the wind that blows his part. Of every storm that fills my heart. You'll always be the light that shines and guides me through the lonely nights.
Some people say a man is made outta mud. A poor man's made outta muscle and blood. Muscle and blood and skin and bones. A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong.
I work every day, at a dry cleaning store. Pressin' pants and sortin clothes, and a whole lot more. Dresses, pants, and blouses, skirts and worn-out jeans. Sweaters coats and shirts in starch, they all come clean..
If you think it's lonesome where you are tonight then you oughta be here with me. If you think there's heartaches where you are tonight. Then you oughta be here with me.
Down The Road. . Lyric Author: Roland Bowman. . Down the road I go. Where I stop, I don't even know. Down the road I go. Nothin' is for certain you just give it your best. Tie up all the loose ends for you lay down to rest. Find yourself alone. The price you pay to roam. Where did all your feelin' go? Broken Heart your Love is gone..
I'll never forger it,it was one fine day, when the devil came to see me I was startin' to stray. He pulled in my yard in a black caddilac. I knew from his eyes he was smokin lots of crack. He said to me "better rosin up your bow, there's a brand new kinda music called the country western flow." He said to me "I'm so tired of rock n roll, You better learn to play the fiddle or I'm sellin' your soul.".
You didn't have to be nice. You didn't have to be so kind. Love there are plenty of hearts a-beggin' to be broken. Why'd you have to go and break mine.
You didn't have to be so nice. You didn't have to be so kind. Love, there are plenty of hearts. Beggin' to be broken. Why'd you have to go and break mine.
Distant and Detached, Where are you? Your not in your own realm. Outwardly suspended, minus emotion, Life is so Vacant and Blue.. Laughing outside my picture window. Swirling electrified signs. Singing sweet songs without solutions. Your not in space or in time..