A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain. Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes. . Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease.
In a thought I'd rest. Like a sign in a glorious gloom. I crawl under her skin. To divinely kiss her skin. . I just claim on my purity. In external community.
He didn't fit in he always felt rejected. His father hit him and made him feel defective. He got a bottle. It seemed to take the pain away. He's only 15 and he don't know any other way.
My mind is under an attack,. although no one sees. My past is pounding in the back of my memories. It's always there to poison my mind with all I do. Feelings I know so well seem to come back.
I can't look behind because I'm living in the past. Tears without emotion are filling up the unbridled hours. . We cannot be. What you expect from us.
Man I wanna tell y'all something, Man.. Man I'm not gonna let these material thing's, get in my way, ya'll.. I'm trying to get somewhere.. I'm trying to get somewhere,.
Afroman - Let's get high tonight. Lyrics by Markus Martinsson. . Let's get drunk today. Let's get high tonight. Maybe in the morning. Things will be alright.
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight. Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight.
i dont wanna sell yay. get my door kicked in by the kkk. shoulda said the police. lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice. . from the tracks of the ghetto.
LATE AT NIGHT by AFROMAN ( BACAAAAAA). . lYRICS- FELIPE A.K.A FLIPPARONNI [email protected]. . check out this beat mayn. . ( talkin ). . (CHOURUS). Late at niiiight i wonder and i roam.
*. L vm subindo o abismo. Da sombra donde vieram. J sem medo e sem vergonha. Virados pr luz do dia. Ser esta a nossa porta?. Perguntavam um pouco inquietos.
*. L vm os nossos soldados. Esses, sim, sabemos quem so. Os nossos filhos, os nossos irmos. Os nossos pais, diz a criana. No tenhamos medo. Pois ningum melhor.
L no Xepangara. Vai nascer menino. Dentro da palhota. Tem a seu destino. L no Xepangara. Fica muito bem. Deitado na esteira. Ao lado da me. H-de ter um nome.
*. L vm subindo o abismo. Da sombra donde vieram. J sem medo e sem vergonha. Virados pr luz do dia. Ser esta a nossa porta?. Perguntavam um pouco inquietos.
*. L vm os nossos soldados. Esses, sim, sabemos quem so. Os nossos filhos, os nossos irmos. Os nossos pais, diz a criana. No tenhamos medo. Pois ningum melhor.
L no Xepangara. Vai nascer menino. Dentro da palhota. Tem a seu destino. L no Xepangara. Fica muito bem. Deitado na esteira. Ao lado da me. H-de ter um nome.
Lonesome Road Blues. . I walked on down that lonesome line. Hung my head and I cried. I wept and I cried under a willow tree. Out by the deep blue sea.
Leather Britches. . Little boy, little boy. Whered you get your britches. Mama cut the leather out. Daddy made the stitches. . Leather britches full of stitches.
I'm looking through my telescope. Looking for a ufo. I'm looking through my telescope. Searching for a ray of hope. To come out of this dark night. I hope they understand wrong from right.