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So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Plumb (Field Music) · Plumb (Jonatha Brooke) · The Best of Plumb (Plumb) · Simply Plumb (Plumb) · Plumb (Plumb) · Plumb (Field Music) · Plumb (Jonatha Brooke) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) – and 90 other albums »


and in the quiet womb the sleeping seed will stretch its arms and grow at last...and love will grow, it will come to pass...
(chorus/bridge) It will come
the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
in my arms that way by the radio

Two innocent hearts and an automobile

I'm not a stud, but I know how it fels, thank God for that radio

I've learned
fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Falling in love by the radio light
Underneath the stars
Girl nothin's ever felt more right
Than being alone and lost
In each other's arms
Givin' in
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
Sent me crying in the midday sun
I miss my dog, and I miss my freedom
Ooh ooh oohh

I don't know why they are calling on the radio
They know I'm
News is always bad on the radio
But the music tells a story to my soul
Let the winter wind take the day away outside
As we look into each other by
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my
The radio plays my holiday faves
It takes me back to when our love was new
Young lovers pass me by with their glow
That used to be us not so long
after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
We'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms

You might be hundreds
press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms

You might be hundreds or more
Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in
down honey by that door
Wait for no one anymore
Crying tender with your arms spread wide
Hold on cry not anymore
I don't worry what dress you wear
The clouds explode and then the desert blooms
Someone will need to mop this floor for me
When I emerge I find my car
Like a cathedral in a dream
do
You're always on my mind

I can picture you in his arms tonight
But as for me it don't feel right
To let us fade like some old photograph
It
my words I meant it
Protected by the First Amendment
If this was Iraq I'd a been beheaded
Instead of sparkin a dime log
I'd be hangin in Baghdad
do
You're always on my mind

I can picture you in his arms tonight
But as for me it don't feel right
To let us fade like some old photograph
It
They called you from a cartoon
Pulled out of your pantaloons

But You
My brother in arms
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm
between the two

There goes that bracelet for her arm
There goes that new fence for my farm
There goes that brand new Pontiac
There goes the shirt right off
I pulled out of Los Angeles at two a.m.
Nothin' on the radio, mariachi band fadin' out and in
Blacktop in my headlights looks like it has no end
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
his arms around me from behind
Then he pile-drived me right there in the hard concrete.

Broke both my arms and three of my ribs
It's the closest
Soundin dope we off done the boat felt the flow
Under my belt plenty live
Twenty five in the front row
Just felt the glow, they melt wit in oxin
Rumble
And they pinned me up against the wall
And my home-made jam in my plastic bag
Lies broken by the civic hall

I closed my eyes to see the phoenix rise