Ladies and gentlemen,. You are now tuned in, to the very best. Phizzle. T.I.. Dream. . Long hair, cute face. Big booty, thin waste. Breasts so pretty they can't be real.
If you've ever known love. If you've ever known peace. If you've ever known joy. Make sure that you are on time. . If you've ever known war. If you've ever known pain.
I talk of freedom. you talk of the flag. I talk of revolution. you'd much rather brag. and as the decibels of this disenchanting. discourse continue to dampen the day.
Yeah I found god. And he was absolutely nothin' like me. He showed me up like some dime-store hooker. Who was plain to see. I couldn't take it anymore so I went back.
Battle flag in the bassinet. Oil and blood on the bayonet. Crowded downtown, hit the floor. . What are we fighting for?. What are we fighting for?. . The world got smaller but the bombs got bigger.
I was wrong. we are not these bodies alone. in a dream with a mind of its own. I, I know you long. to be tethered and tied to the heart of the one. the one that be layin' you down.
Don't you feel so very pointless. In the feelings of the rain. And the violence of the sun. I must confess that I feel graciously. Bigger than the rain.
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Come on baby, leave some change behind. She was a bitch, but I don't care. She brought our food out on time. And wore a funky barrette in her hair. . Come on baby, leave some change behind.
? Light up a cigarette?, she said. ? And calm the fuck down. You got a serious side to you that. Give the whole world a frown?. . Now nothin' really matters to me you see.
Take a left on Vine Street. Follow us round. Under the bridge. To the little Taj Mahal. Don't be late, don't hesitate. This is our time, this is our day.
The baby's not screaming enough. The singers not singing enough. Ramana's not breathing to us. Behold the unsheathing. It's love. . The blade is not ready.
Na. (La, la). Na, na. (La, la). Na, na. (La, la, la). . Bow, bow, everybody in the hotel. Bow, bow, everybody in the motel. Don't knock if the door to my suite is closed.
This is not helping me at all. What you are doing here. In the name of God and love. Its the distribution of fear. Pyramids, healing wires, analysts with fame.
You say, "Hold on to the reigns". I say, "Let them go tonight". My brain waves confused between what is and ain't. She cries, "Groundless and free". .
Naked lovers feel the blood beneath their veins. electric nerves communicate. with tiny explosions through our brains. who is this energy that never left or came?.
The way you're bathed in light. Reminds me of that night. God laid me down into your rose garden of trust. And I was swept away. With nothin' left to say.
If I told you he was your brother. We could reminisce then you would go about your day. If I said you ought to give him some of your water. You'd shake your canteen and walk away.
When all that's left to do. Is reflect on what's been done. This is where sadness breaths. The sadness of everyone. . Just like when the guys built the dam at otter creek.
If I told you he was your brother we could reminisce. Then you would go about your day. If I said you ought to give him some of your water. You'd shake your canteen and walk away.