Breathe by The Floacist. . If You are feeling low. It is best to expose any thoughts of doubt. You gotta air out. . Awake. Your greeting of the day. With the choices that you make.
Out of all, all, all you say and do. Gonna be somebody, always, always watching you. But Jesus, Jesus is my keeper. Ain't no friend, no friend I can find.
In the name of the Devil you play in the woods. You rely on your image because your music's no good. Nailbats and corpsepaint - the tricks of your trade.
No one here can love or understand me. Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me. Pack up all my cares and woe, here I go, winging low. Bye, bye, blackbird.
In the dark of deepest night. there comes a haunting sigh. floating down from somewhere on high,. oh, what a lonely lullaby. You'll hear a symphony in blue.
While other lovers sing your praises. in phases deftly lyrical.. I'm a cat who's better at a scat song. that's satirical. In begging for your hand, sweet chick.
You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY. With your wings frayed and torn,. Laughter's your's so is scorn. As they point to you in shame.. You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY. With your wings near fire,.
When the Lord made me, he made a simple man. Not much money and not much land. He didn't make me no banker or legal charmer. When the Lord made me, he made a blackland farmer.
Blues on the loveseat. Where we used to kiss. I'm alone in my living room. And my man is sorely missed. I got the blues all over. Blues won't let me be.
There was a time, I wore my heart on my sleeve,. I was a little bit green, about everything.. Had my back against the ropes,. Had my share of shattered hopes,.
East is east and west is west. And the wrong one I have chose. Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'. Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows. Rings and things and buttons and bows.
Bsame. Bsame mucho. Como si fuera esta noche la ltima vez. Bsame, bsame mucho. Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte despus. . Bsame. bsame mucho. Como si fuera esta noche la ltima vez.
Brothers on the slide. Working on the wrong side. What ya gonna do. You can't win so you know you must lose. We know which way you goin'. We know which way you goin'.
It's been another long night. So here's another song i just had to write. Another tune for you to hum. For today, tomorrow, and years to come.. And before soon.
Gal, won't you be my babe?. Gal, won't you be my babe?. I'll do anything that it takes,. If you'll just be my babe.. . Baby you make me smile.. Baby you make me smile..
You have all these questions. About all these things.. But I cannot tell you. What tomorrow brings.. Or what song the lonesome sparrow sings.. I can only tell you about me..
In the slums of the city. There was a bag of bones. Who wandered through the shadows. His name was Berkstrum Jones. . He had a wife and kid at home. Worked in the mills all day.
Boom boom, bang bang. Boom boom, bang bang. . Es lo que se escucha en el campo y en la ciudad. boom boom, bang bang. no quiero volver a escuchar. boom boom ni bang bang..
Si tengo que viajar hasta el polo. y morderme los codos,. si tengo que empacar las maletas. y viajar a la meca, meca, meca. si tengo que morirme tocando.