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Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · The Psychedelic Furs/Talk Talk Talk/Forever Now/Mirror Moves/Midnight to Midnight (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk [Expanded] (The Psychedelic Furs) · Talk Talk Talk (The Psychedelic Furs) · Knots (Mac McAnally) · Knots (Mac McAnally) · World Is Bound by Secret Knots (Noe Venable) · Forget Me Knots (Heathers) · Knots (Lisa Hannigan) · Talk Like Blood (31Knots) – and 90 other albums »


to the flo'
Just like carbon, cause I got the heat in my rhythm
Momma nay not, never bragging just to stay knot
Even when I was a younger lad I learned my
it to the flo'
Just like carbon, 'cause I got the heat in my rhythm
Momma nay not, never braggin just to stay knot
Even when I was a younger lad I
Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw

-Artist: Dion
-peak Billboard position # 31 in 1963
-previously recorded by Hank William, Sr. (as "Luke
in a middle of the crowd crazily bent 
When my cats attack you got your knot split 
We out to win and that's it 
We out to win it like this 

It's
desolate enough
And heartless empire from
Where to end it

Those who search search by themselves
Leaving nothing to gain
Cast like stones into
Turning knot rotting in my gut
Got me feeling so corrupt

Like a second hand politician
I'm a study in malnutrition
Every star I see I'm wishing
soon I've come

drift like sleep
into the hotel montana
lay low for thy names sake
el matador louisiana

full of bulls blood and what not
coarse
and fifteenth 

I still take cabs to that capsule spot 
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops 
And the game ain't change, n****s is taught different
and fifteenth 

I still take cabs to that capsule spot 
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops 
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
and fifteenth 

I still take cabs to that capsule spot 
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops 
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
Words and music by Woody Guthrie

While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.

I was born working
goin' bye bye
Used to come through, hit it, pull off like a drive-by
Then she got that pool on her so I know her new guy
Nigga had to tie the knot
it’s no power go sour
I seen him crossing a bridge by the masses
Covered in the ashes of both towers
Made it in New York and the way that we talk
Make it
still
And the water don't flow
Heaven couldn't stop me then
Hey
Hidee hi
Good lord willin
And the creek don't rise
And life goes by
Like the fireflies
night air and see
Which way the wind blows

There's another side to the city
A life within a life unknown
Like blood in the veins of a body it flows
How many times will I look at you?
Allured by the scent of your death
And the savage priests, to a suffering soul
Exult in a strangled song

I
I'll be late for that, baby I'll wait for that
If you had a taste of that, you'd probably pay for that
I'm comin in when I feel like
So turn this
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time you come around
Cause blood in my mouth beats blood
like
To turn this muh'f***er up only if it feels right

Stop all your blood claat cryin, I was flyin
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign
I was just bony hands as cold as a winder pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were
To the brutes in
behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in
a misery knot

Ain't no dancin', got no tango feet
I'm jammin' traffic down on my love street
Now I don't know what I ought to do
I've lost the lock
I don't want to talk to you anymore
 I'm afraid of what I might say
 I bite my tongue every time
 You come around
 'Cause blood in my mouth beats
on Jambalaya

Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk I had my own band
Went on the road when I was eight years old
When
to have, the killing starts
The beating stops, fin de la vie.
Overkill rides again!!!

A killer like no man,
A faster death, by one's own hand.
Safety