Lyrics:
never learned to dance.
There was no angel at his side
There was a purpose that became homeless when he died.
Holy Cross
Electric Association
Oh well
on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit Techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every
on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit Techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every
on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit Techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every
RIVER VOICE
The river takes our stories away
Bats and rats and fishes can get caught
Beans and peas and carrots can get picked
Ah, but birds
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
Was painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with
liftin' iron
Both my convictions was for pistols
Stay be liftin' iron
Black ruger, white Panamera
Won't fuck your wife in the right manner
I could lock
It was painted red the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with daddy
so she has to use electric heat.
And tonight was the first date with the brother of the guy she worked next to
He lived a couple streets away
already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance for you and me
There'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
Cry me a river
already know, I found out from him
Now there's just no chance for you and me
There'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it
Cry me a river
Well I’m ready to go over there
Where the laughter is dressed as a little white dancer
She’s a swan, she dances in time
Is it real or is it in my
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy
through the pines
electric non-fiction
alphabet mine
Molten river riding high
like a fever in the shine
No more words for you
alphabet mine
blue
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy
Let me stay with you a while and tell old, old stories
Of your oft electric laughter and your charms
How you came out of Montana with a wolf pup
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy
It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with Daddy
of the mandem got caught the other day
So I had to sit down and think of another way
Really im just tryna make it another day
Theres no electric everythings
body truck, I'ma pull up in a Hemi
White bitch, she a freak, black hair like she Demi
Talkin' hot, send them shells at your back like I'm Lemmy
All these
hung
Between forgiveness and the damage done
An electric scent over drear decay
Lent a violent surge to their serenades
Through white glades as His
At concord water slides we white boy wasted in the lazy river
Niggas staring don't know if they want to fight or want to take a picture
Traffic on the bridge
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
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