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Albums:

O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fado: The Soul of Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal [Wagram] (Antonio Rossano) · Now, Vol. 17 [Portugal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal Latino (Trio Odemira) · Live: 23-5-00 Estadio Do Restelo - Lisbon, Portugal (Pearl Jam) · Portugal Night 2008 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fados from Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 2 (J.D. Walter) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 1 (J.D. Walter) – and 90 other albums »


whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
rock it? There'll be a doom call
Man, my posse is worldwide known
All the way from Philly to the streets of Rome
Too Damn Hype led by Jeff
and old crusaders
Battling side by side
Here's to the laughing bright-eyed children
Keeping our hopes alive

© 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI),
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
with my guns by my side 
Ready to ride till I die 
And I'm a soldier 
And you can see it in my eyes 
Even when the man dies 
They say a soldier
and booze
A æ?»odawful sad affair?
And the lights were there to thrill you

my oh my
We live from time to time
And day by day
Itæ?¯ the modern way
Look at me
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse 

Saw the bullfighter's
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte


A ring on every finger, a girl on every arm
He drove his brand new Jaguar while
it's replaced by light

Dahmer, Ramirez - and their kind
Darwin and Marx, blind leading the blind

I was in Milwaukee in 1989
How I wish I'd led Jeffery
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was
cause here I come again
Rapping funky shit for the 199-trey
In 1989 I sold dope for a pastime
1991 they called that nigga Scarface
Started on the team
winter, 1989
My brother good at ball, I can't play no sports
They won't let you pack a tool on the b-ball court
Cluster Ave, Monty Paul, where my daddy
a derelict...
"Zdrastvujtje! My name is Ivan
Is this the right place? I'm here to see a man
A Mr Kashchei", I was invited in
To "The House of Sin"...
Then
another addict
Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic
Sucking on an asthma punt 
Though you never know by looking at him that's the cunt
The mic was passed and that's when I found out

(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
[Trae]
I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by
I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by
We came a long way, from
is shocked by two disasters in nine days and
Edwina resigns over a storm in an egg cup.
1989 Berlin wall is torn down,
Freedom sweeps the East. In
Let freedom ring with a buckshot, but not just yet
First we need to truly understand the nature of the threat
And a pale man walks in the threshold