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1951-53, Vol. 7: Silhouette (Lars Gullin) · Jazz in Silhouette (Sun Ra) · Lover's Silhouette: The Fire (Larry Dunn) · Standards in Silhouette (Stan Kenton) · Silhouette in Red (Bonnie Tyler) · Standards in Silhouette (Stan Kenton) · Jazz in Silhouette/Sound Sun Pleasure (Sun Ra) · Silhouette (Peggy Britt) · Silhouette of an Era (Charly) · Season's Silhouette (Mark Russo) – and 90 other albums »


Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My
the same
Just a table that's empty by the edge of the sea
Farewell, Angelina the sky is trembling, and I must leave

The Jacks and the queens have
from nowhere out on the desert sand
One Eyed Jack the trader hold some turquoise in his hand
By his side sat Running Elk his longtime Indian friend
He
Born with hesitation onto floating stone what better than a river view
A slum by any other name scum 
Scum perfect and friendly to a given point
the same
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea
Farewell Angelina
The sky is trembling
And I must leave

The jacks and queens
Have
the same
Just a table standin' empty by the edge of the sea
Says, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is trembling and I must leave"

Well, the jack and the queen
the same
Just a table standing empty by the edge of the sea
Means farewell, Angelina, the sky is trembling and I must leave

The jacks and queens have
Ulla! Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!

The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously, decapitating a fighting machine. The Martian inside the hood was slain,
funny
Then maybe you do...
Maybe you do King Money
King Money, King Money
Standing by the Xerox machine
I want to duplicate some money
Build
still is the same
The table stands empty by the edge of the stream
But farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors, and I must leave

The jacks
run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
Cause we gon'
We got this kinder, gentler
Machine gun hand

We got department stores and toilet paper
We got Styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
I don't feel like
thieves jumpin' out of white Hummer
From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber
Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo'
Now I
on
And the only thing on your mind is stalkin' more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine thieves jumpin' out of white Hummer
From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh),
Hate on the trigger is a deafening sound
Faggot nigger hit the ground
A day in the life of the great machine
Men in hoods of white parade in
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
Cause we gon'
Yeah, bling bling, money machine
50's under my pillow to have these dreams
Do it ditty
(?)
Like sex dice
Pretty price
Living (?)
(?)
Gangs
after number 1 song
Long as my motherfuckin' pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white bitch doin'
one song after number one song
Long as my motherfucking pockets was fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
But she was hangin' with a white
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
Took the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
she was hangin' with a white bitch doin' the shit she do
Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or two
And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin'
Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blonds be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage
Its almost
house, and it's fulla guns!
I'm down for mine and my choke is nice and hard
When you jack the boss there ain't no holds barred!

No holds barred
No
dealers he ain't come
? since you're hating
Never trust niggers with a ?
? machine guns
I don't need any gun ?
Easy dog
We'll be bored
? be his dog