Lyrics:
are never gone
But those were the days (those were the days)
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We learned all the songs by Hank
Bob Dylan on the mall’s PA, crooning from the past
about the girl who ran away but never got too far.
Huge brown eyes, boho clothes,
she was slick
forgotten the chords
And almost all the words
I don't know where my mojo's gone
I stare long at blank pages
Enraged by the news but can't
Explain or express
Love, hold my hand
Help me see with the dawn
That those that have left
Are not gone
But they carry on
As stars looking down
As nature's sons
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
Came back to the land of the living
I remember there's something I should not have forgotten
I should not have forgotten
What's my name again
I hope
It's always after they are gone
We grasp a photograph
In Memory but not Forgotten
It's always after they are gone
We learn things about them we
From J.A. to the U.K. Not one thing but the climate change
Frustrated by bills, caa mi cyaa thief Light inna England, no, everything haffi pay
Some
We might not breathe but keep existing
In flesh we'll vanish but we stay by mind
We're not racing but we're finishing last
Forever lost in timeless
Spectators be yapping on some Bob Costa shit
I ain't just talking shit, I'm Marcus Vick
Without the Heisman Trophy but
With the Hawaiian Sophies
Frequent flyer
Nigga, you a clown, I can feel it by your gestures
I don't fuck with sideshow bobs, you a jester
No you're not a dog, you're a pet, bruh
Need
name and number huge this shit looks real bitchin
Phil listen I got it for the low but if I'm going this cheap don't let nobody know
Just tell your
bitch about face
And then I gotta split
Sorry baby, sour grapes
She wine, baby don't leave
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody tripping, but I
all that fake shit gone come with repercussions
Yea you gone get exposed
Cause when it really count just like some laundry bet you fold
Life is not
would lose
Someone like you, like you
You're gone, but not forgotten
I won't forget your face
I know you fell apart
But you will never fade away
You
exactly I want to be
And I don't know how I'll move on
It's so hard to carry on
You are gone, not forgotten
And for us both, I'll live this once
I still
been a little far
The world is not my place
And when I get older
I wish there's a new world
Where you see the people sharing peace
But now I get sober
Hand out but you burned that bridge
They'll ex you out
Though you gave them ya rib
Gods hands Karma gone get revenge
Gods hands Karma Gone get revenge
It's not a souvenir it's a depiction of the city
And long after I'm gone this place will rot and rust
Spills my spirit over the floor and remember me by
In the midst of many worries and problems
You ask yourself ""where is my God” Your heart is very anxious wondering where your God has gone
But take
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish: (to the rubber girl)
Hmmm! dat quite a massive improve'lence,
your couch
It's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads
I'm sorry his heart isn't startin
He’s gone but won't be forgotten
He’s gone but won't be forgotten
And how she died was so cold
Stood all around her
its program
The circuit boards might take my life
But I'm willing to face that risk
I must make sure that the human mind
Is not overrun and replaced by
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