Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph. And it won't say a lonesome word. Beatrice got a phonograph. But it won't say a lonesome word. What evil have I done?.
Prowling Nighthawk Trk 15 3:03. Robert Lee McCoy. (aka Ramblin' Bob & Robert Nighthawk). (Robert McCoy). Recorded: Aurora, Illinois - Leland Hotel Wed May 5th, 1937.
Panic on the streets of London. Panic on the streets of Birmingham. I wonder to myself. . Could life ever be sane again. On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down.
I must make up my mind today;. What to have, what to hold:. A poor man's roses,. Or a rich man's gold. . One's as wealthy as a king in a palace,. Though he's callous and cold..
People,. People who need people,. Are the luckiest people in the world. We're children, needing other children. And yet letting a grown-up pride. Hide all the need inside.
There's something scary about the look that's in your eyes. There's hidden anger in your face. There had been trouble and it comes as no surprise. You say tonight someone has taken someone else's life.
Magdalene is trembling. Like a washing on a line. Trembling and gleaming. Never before was a man so kind. Never so redeeming. Enter the multitudes. In Exxon blue.
Up every morning with the sun. I work all day till the evening comes. Blisters and corns all in my hands. Lord, have mercy on a working man. . I guess I'm gonna die just like Im living.
A Pledge to Rescue Our Youth. by. Maya Angelou. 2006. Young women, young men of color, we add our voices to the voices of your ancestors who speak to you over ancient seas and across impossible mountain tops..
We are strangers by day, lovers by night. Knowing its so wrong, but feeling so right. . Call up, ring once, hang up the phone. To let me know you made it home.
When love is young. The tallest tree. Is there to climb. Is evergreen. In summer fields we dream our dreams. When love is young. . When love is young.
Last night, I said these words to my girl. I know you never even try girl. . Come on, come on, come on, come on. Please, please me like I please you. .
Pins and needles. Pins and needles, is all,. I can feel, I can feel anymore. And I've become just a shadow,. A shadow with nowhere to fall. . In the morning.
piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away. back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones. a hundred years in hand worn smooth by long grandmother nights.
Barbelivien/Bernheim. J'tais toute seule sur l'autoroute. J'en tais deux heures de pluie. Et je m'disais y'a aucun doute. Me petite Patou t'es mal partie.
Ooowee, who to believe?. Father's turned into a child. Oh Lord have mercy on me. Oh please look through my eyes. Look through my eyes, it's no surprise.
When we laugh. Our soul's being tickled. By the past. When we weep. Our smiles "N" giggles. Secrets keep. Chorus. Pleasure is kisses within. Pleasure is kisses.