you're calling a lie. I've played this game before. And I can't take anymore. . I feel it coming over me. I'm still a slaveto these dreams. Is this the end of everything?. Or just a new way to
We entered Winter once again. Naked, freezing from my breath. Neath the lid all limbs tucked away. This coffin is your abode from now and onwards. . Your body is mine to avail. Such a tragic
. Moving on down the street. I see people I won't ever meet. Think of her, take a breath. Feel the beat in therhythm of my steps. And sometimes it's a sad song. But I cannot forget. Refuse to regret. So
' pop, pop, pop. Go the weasels that dropped from the hip hop. Kissin' the good bye. Goin' goin' gone. Keep it flowin' on. Like a lemon I ain't livin'. Like a lime here's a line. To those here's a
Early in the evening just about supper time. Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up. Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Running high, high, leave behind the shadows in your mind. Into the beginning of your life. Society breeds hatred in your heart. But baby, it's time to make a brand new start Life's ever changing
to you. And before this night is through. Ooh, baby, therhythm is gonna get you Rhythm is gonna get you. Rhythm is gonna get you. Rhythm is gonna get you. Therhythm is gonna get you tonight O eh
She gotta nasty reputation and a talent for sin. She's the kinda trouble - I like to be in. I wanna be her lover - I wanna be her slave. She's the kinda woman makes me wanna misbehave. She said
Well they tell me of a pie up in the sky. Waiting for me when I die. But between the day you're born and when you die. They never seem to hear even your cry Chorus. So as sure as the sun will
Well they tell me of a pie up in the sky. Waiting for me when I die. But between the day you're born and when you die. They never seem to hear even your cry Chorus. So as sure as the sun will
with grace the men despise. And women have learned to lose. Throw off your shame. Or be a slavetothe system I see you take another drag. One more lost soul to raise your flag. The sky is a
moving. Put your drinks up. Pick your body up and drop it on the floor. Let therhythm change your world on the floor. You know we're running sh*t tonight on the floor. Brazil Morocco. London to Ibiza
Song Johnny B. Goode (Live At The Nos Studio 3 Hilversum / 1974) - Cuby & The Blizzards. Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,. Way back up in the woods among the evergreens. There stood a