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Bum Bum With Bam Bam Rhythm (Delroy Wilson) · Bump Tiddle Dee Bum Bum! (Tex Ritter) · Der BUM BUM Song (Gerry) · Bum Bum with Bam Bam Rhythm (Bum Bum w/ Bam Bam Rhythm) · The Very Best of Sounds of Blackness (Sounds of Blackness) · The Sounds of Blackness (Sounds of Blackness) · The Very Best of Sounds of Blackness (Sounds of Blackness) · The Very Best of Sounds of Blackness (Sounds of Blackness) · Unforgivable Blackness: The Rise and Fall of Jack Johnson (Wynton Marsalis) · Tetragon/In Pursuit of Blackness (Joe Henderson) – and 90 other albums »


and face him with a deadly pale
Spectre face
Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields
Blackness and doom
A total eclipse of the sun
Die by the northern
with your soul!

Wait for me dragon, we'll meet in the sky by fire and magic I am sworn 
Hell is calling! We cannot be denied fly to the blackness
thrum
Oh I kinda like them conga drums
Floating all around
On the bum
That's when I got used to conga drums

Oh that's right

Well, down by
It was you you were watching all along.

Steals up to the vacuum blackness
Of the sky cut up by scolding northern lights
Leaving me feeling small
conscious lyrics like Sounds of Blackness
Asian brothers come listen to me
Respect your sisters if you wanna be free

I will never forget the love you
Cloying blackness, within the womb, unwanted child's fleshly tomb.
Umbilicus, a weaved choke, hung in time, frail neck is broke.
Aborted form's
The bliss of the wild
The dark heat of your body
Black in the blackness around me
The fallacy of a dream
The bliss of the wild

The dark raging
The bliss of the wild
The dark heat of your body
Black in the blackness around me
The fallacy of a dream

The bliss of the wild
The dark raging
hands to the song
Sounds of Blackness, Salt and Pepa say, Peace y'all
And hold on

[Chorus: x3]
running into you
I've got a feeling that you might be alive

(Rata tat tat, bum bum bum bum
It's the sound of a gat and the sound of a drum
But
Time: 2:52 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Engineered by jim linker and rob klohs at dolphin
Sometimes when I'm thinkin' that love's not around
My heart begins sinkin', I don't hear a sound
And the world is in blackness, no light shines
Sometimes when I'm thinkin' that love's not around
My heart begins sinkin', I don't hear a sound
And the world is in blackness, no light shines
hands to the song
Sounds of Blackness, Salt and Pepa say, Peace y'all
And hold on

[Chorus: x3]
drifted by,
The bums on the bowery were swallowed in the lights as cars rumbled by in the night
Screaming run for your life.

With cool and silvery eyes
eyes from the press we were gettin'
Suspect from headache you know a great deal
Your apathy fake but your parts are real
More than a little by
of the uninventive
But at protect and exalt we keep up in it till its finished

Meet us there
We throwing cocktails at the F├╝hrer
Blackness is abstracted
was drifting by,
The bums on the Bowery were swallowed in the lights as cars rumbled by in the night 
Screaming run for your life.

With cool
optomistic than the Sounds of Blackness
Flip lines that rip through the chest cavity
And I keep going and going just like an Energizer battery

Flattery
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
there looking like a damn fool
That's the devil's bait, the all mighty dollartry
Will have your mind fooled by technology
Make the right choice, no
And fish go blub
And the seal goes ow ow ow

But there's one sound
That no one knows
What does the fox say?

Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date

Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date

Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
to push me back 
I rip cats out of they suits, give them they hoodies back 
I from the hood we stack back fist 
"Ooh ohh ahh" is the sound of blackness