Lyrics:
don't assume I'm weak
Howling Wolf, and old Link Wray
Dave Van Ronk and Doris Day
Bobby Darin, Brownie McGhee
Elvis, Buddy and Eddie C.
Music
When I think of you I hear
Link Wray on marimbas
infects the Civil Service.
Lichen on the...N
I used to have this thing about Link Wray
I used to play him every Saturday
God bless Saturday
God
there
Does she know I still care?
Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was saying, so misunderstood
He didn't do me no
there
Does she know I still care?
Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was saying, so misunderstood
He didn't do me no
Far above the highest heavens
On a throne of crystal light
Dwells the God of all creation
Rays of wonder crown His might
Human voices blend with
When I think of you I hear
Link Wray on marimbas
When I think of you I hear
Link Wray on marimbas
A coconut like an human head
Left in the corner
Long in solidarity just like all his women
In Long Beach
Aimless
Your fingers wiping oil on the paper with precision
With decision like
EL DESIERTO QUE CON SANGRE SE MANCHARÁ
MIENTRAS SUENA EN LA RADIO LINK WRAY
BIENVENIDOS A LA VIOLENCIA CHICAS HERMOSAS TE LLEVARAN POR UN VIAJE DE
an
Industrial-strength high-end brand
Frying pan
Rap is something that I've just had the skill at for some timing, am
An artist who can draw a crowd like a diagram
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's an artist
He's a flim flam man
He's
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a hatchet in his hand
They said who's that stranger
The one they call the axman
You got Duane and Stevie Ray
All brothers of the blade
Jimi James
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Stingray)
Who wants to know (are you Link Wray)
Who wants to know (are you Jimmy Ray)
Who wants to know
Who wants to know 'bout me
Baby can you tell
When
You were just more than one role, but that's how everybody knows
Fay Wray, Fay Wray, Fay Wray
So beautiful, so elegant, almost like you were heaven
was the invisible man
Then something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong
They got caught in a celluloid jam
Then at a deadly pace it came from
when I should rip this cat
My man, he don't call me anymore
We don't even kiss
Am I his fool?
What must I do to keep him loving me?
All this love
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