Lyrics:
Dekstor is a green or is he still grey?
[01:10:62] Fuck U. S. A, Fuck U. S. A
[01:11:15] Dekstor is a green or is he still grey?
[01:13:89] I need to give
quicky little hitties in the parking lot
Reading William S. Burroughs like a beatnik freak
Say there's poetry in the way we fall asleep
Grow your own
it's a shame
There's one special whale
Who swims for his rights
And William is his name
William the wonderful whale
Splashing about in the ocean
With
robe dangling all around your body
Will you meet me
Did you ever hear about
William Blake
T. S. Eliot
In the summer
In the countryside
They were
CHURCH IN THE WILDWOOD
(William S. Pitts)
« © '59 Durham Music »
There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood no lovelier place in the dale
No
At the bottom of Green Mountain William Deacon stands and stares into the rain
With coal grey eyes yellow teeth and a face that shows the strain
At school he always had to hide
His feelings buried deep inside
A poker face, his features froze
At 12 he looked like William Burroughs
He talked
And Sergeant William Bailey
Now is getting old and grey
Toora loora loora loora loo
Some rebel youths with placards
Have called his army blaggards
And told
You know who's legacy's endurin'
It's Martin Van Buren
You know who mastered his craft
William Howard Taft
You know who's unassumin'
It's Harry S.
that i been spazzin out
Niggas watered down and be iffy i think they in a drought
The nina acting like Will.I.Am how it scream and shout
Actin like i'm
Kenneth Alan Chapman, Robert E. Clark
Charles Timothy Davis, Corey Davis, Michael Lee Elswick
William L. Griffith, Steven Harrah, Edward Dean Jones
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love, but I'm not coming on
I'm just
Well my friends are gone and my hair is gray
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying
[Baptist Rev. Saul S. Williams (Saul's father) 1999:]
I just want to talk about a good father.
Now, coming from me, if you where to personally
look
to the slaughter
Sign up become a new world Nazi storm strooper
Or wind up just like a William S. Cooper
[Chorus]
Twenty five, five to one
We got 'em
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying
WILL HE MMM?
©MEM NAHADR MUSIC
WILLIAM WAS HIS NAME
AND HE TRIED TO STAY SANE
IN A WORLD THAT WAS BLUE BUT GRAY
AT THE SAME TIME EVERYDAY
SO
Yes, yes, yes, yes! We have our
A-selection, featuring our brother Murs
Featuring, featuring Miss Latoiya
Williams, featuring
Featuring, featuring
Malissa Williams, Timothy Russell, Darnisha Diana Harris
Shelly Marie Frey, Johnnie Kamahi Warren, Jamaal Moore Sr., Kayla Moore
Kimani “KiKi” Gray, Clinton
Escrita por Edmar Mendes Costa, Creedence M. Campos, Guilherme Oliveira, William M. Donato, Kamily Figueiredo & Alberto Oliveira S. Junior
Baixo –
up,
No Golden City in fog,
No manual typewriter vis a vis
William S. Burroughs
But I wish you were here
And here I am
Seattle is spread out like oysters
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