Lyrics:
Guess that I'm the weirdo with peculiar tastes
Cause I don't like being jostled to excessive bass
Lose my friends to my relief I push through that smoke
To touch to taste
She flows like a river of bass vibration
To touch to taste
She flows like a river of bass vibration
Sweet water
Sweet
I’ll get it
Cooking. Look it’s the opposite of a treble hook.
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that B.A.S.S
Gotta get that
down
He said my name is Jack and I'm a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand
I got savior-faire on the bass and snare
And I'm here to take my
the jump off
Bounce to the beat now
Down to your feet now
Hear the sound of the street
Get deep down
Pounding for weeks
Shout it out louder
Relief found
leash on me
I'm free, yeah that's me
I’m reminding you how good life can be
I’m free, got relief
Got me shining bright like a masterpiece
So tell your
potrebbe anche addestrarla
Here's my replay
Everyday
This shit's still the same
But i don't care
Relief for my pain
Hear the bass
Here's my acid dream
Testo
with me
Yeah, they waiting on my downfall, my downfall
Can’t get no sleep
Can’t get relief
Can’t trust a friend cause they turnin into fiends
I started
and Brandon Wolfe
Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Drums, Synths
Under Attack (Lyrics)
Shots ricocheted
but I'm going under
I can't move on from the loss of you
up the brief
Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief
Who is the man, more than a hundred grand?
Give a pound to a friend, put a tool
Sometimes Shakespeare's over done.
His constant sadness is no fun.
The comic relief's the best part
Fans just can't wait for it to start.
It was a party night, everybody was breakin'
The highs were screamin' and the bass was shakin'
And it won't be long till everybody knows when that
him in his face
Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired
Eyes pitch red but da beat bop my head
Hit the streets for relief, I bumped into the Feds
I
fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums)
Debra kadabra, say she's a witch,
Shit-ass charlotte, ain't
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
The adventures
lighten up the brief
Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell relief
Who is the man, more than a hundred grand?
Give a pound to a friend, put a tool
Alright, now everybody say hello to the bass
(What are you yellin' about?)
Now we'd like to take this opportunity to introduce our bass player
provides the relief)
So we're gonna light it up in this session (so our minds can be freed)
Light it up, keep the ganja burning all night now (gotta keep
yeahh
I like the passion of night
When I hitting all the dancefloors
The drum'n and Bass are just so good
Please don't make me stop
And all around relief
nurse
Be my night nurse, my night nurse, priye!
I need your pain relief "Zaizai"
Come take away my fever "Zaizai"
My personal night nurse "Yerre"
My night
Verse 1:
Search for relief in this cloudy haze
I´m a puppet in this twisted maze
Seeking a way out wanna get away
No chance, my oppressor´s forcing
Find out who you are.
Nightmare or relief,
The truth lies in your dreams.
It’s a showdown
Every time.
Can you see the light?
Have you ever
feel relief beneath the ground
Hear the rock and roll men hummin'
That the thunderstorm is comin'
I been so dry
I wish that I could drown
Wish that I
fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Terry bozzio (drums)
Debra kadabra, say she's a witch,
Shit-ass charlotte, ain't
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