(ian hunter). . God said to me "gonna kick your ass - 'cos all you do is ask ask ask. All that energy looking for me when I'm sitting here inside you - plain to see. How I built you cell for cell
Bài hát Wrecking Ball (Press On) (Feat. Blanca Callahan of Group 1 Crew) - Building 429, Blanca Callahan of Group 1 Crew. Sometimes this world starts breaking me down. I get so lost I think I'll
(ian hunter). . Lonely days lonely nights. Hoping thing's gonna turn out right. You had me hanging on a string. For you I did most anything. You don't give me no. The truth, the whole truth
(ian hunter). . When I was just sixteen - I stood waiting for a dream -. At barker street bus station every night. When I tried to get it on - she just looked at me with scorn - my courage
(Ian Hunter). . On the very first decade that we got to dream in. Our fathers were angry, our mother's were screamin'. At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got off on. Hitler was dead
(ian hunter). . Girl-things ain't been goin' too good for me. Girl-I'm living in the middle of a mystery. You're the only one that can turn me on. . 'n' now that you're gone I said. Girl-I'm
were in the new world. Seein people everywhere that I thought I saw before. Check it out party people as we reign supreme. Yo the Group Home manifest got mad love for the team. . Melachi. I know
There once was a musical troupe. A pickin' singin' folkgroup. They sang the mountain ballads. And the folk songs of our land They were long on musical ability. Folks thought they would go far
tonight is Hallowe'en and the faerie folk ride. Those that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must bide. First let past the horses black and then let past the brown. Quickly run to the white
, vocals). Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds). Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone). Suzy Creamcheese (telephone). Dick Barber (snorks) ARE YOU HUNG UP?. ARE YOU HUNG UP?. Honest. Outta site
strain. With folk songs plaintive and others gay. In their own peculiar way. . American folk songs, i feel. Have a much stronger appeal. . The real American folksong is a rag. A mental jag. A
song Less Of Me - Glen Campbell, Bobbie Gentry. Let me be a little kinder. Let me be a little blinder. To the faults of those around me. Let me praise a little more Let me be when I am weary