Search results for 'sour bread'

Pumpernickel

The mountains smell of sour bread.
At ground level, the mountains smell of bread
I breathe like a wooden woodsman
And blow blue flour

to kingston market

Get your tamarind and sour sop
Mangoes and casaba
Bread fruit okra pigeon peas
Curry goat and guava

Come we go down come we go down
Come we

the race
Pardon my french I just want a taste
Of that sour bread, or your sweet escape
That reminds me that sunlight comes after the rain
Do you think I'm

I was mixing, powder, the bread, the sour
Kuchi Kopi, yah
Makin yumm
I was mixing, powder, the bread, the sour
Kochi Kopi, yah
Makin yumm

Daddy, I'm

Through tidal waves of tears
And 3 billion years of love.

Don't break me for sour bread
Don't work me until I'm dead
Just bury me instead
With the mother

love you
Or I want to
Pretend like I still need you

Spread me on some sour dough bread
Hold the mayo do mustard instead
Wrap me in some paper to eat

everyday

The faucet is dripping, the door is sticking and so are the windows
The milk is sour, the bread is stale and I’m our of Cheerios
I could get out

back
We can’t just go
Back to the way it was
Sour bread mama’s baking
Has worked its way into my brain
We may tend to feel forsaken
When we suspect that

On a moving blue sphere
Making a new island
On a long vacation
Feeling introverted
Getting indications
All of us are homeless
In a sour bread line
Are we left

They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
Left me for dead among the wildflowers forgetting I was one
So now the wine is sour and the bread's

Wolves

Machine Head

The Blackening

2007

fear in you I smell
A fist to face is all fair game now
The pack attacking, the sacrificial
Pray for the prayers, oh

Reaping the sour seeds of death's

Fall from a High Place

Immolation

Close to a World Below

2000

the blame

Your blood holds my Kingdom high
A kingdom built on fear and lies
So sour has this bread and wine become
For I am not a God, a martyr

Do It Again

Destiny's Child

S.D.E. [Clean]

2000

block nigga never live

One room 7 kid, screamin' mother overhead two plates
One fork sour milk and a loaf of bread but I shook it off
Smiled of course

down
Who who who who
Who who who who
Sour patch kid with a bag, you're never sour doe
Get the bread like some sour dough
Fuck you for a hour
Hit it in

Hey, it's rough, isn't it?
Your head's about to split
Your day's gone sour, (so sour)
Like bread left out for hours
Hey, it's rough, isn't it?
Your

Calling that sour bread
Cuz all the money we making is going straight to they heads
But maybe mine too
Cuz I've been lied to
By the woman that I'm tied

doin that
The sour dough is just a metaphor
My bread has been sour mothafucker
Wet 100 dollar bills on the floor

I'm takin back what I have cultivated

The boreal night seems so blemished
The wonder to its death is bound

Ouh where will we go
Our bread is sweet and sour
In what may be our last hour
Ouh where

"It's okay, I keep my gods on my person"

The court has dwindled to an adoring few
Who gather with him 'round a sour plate
The break bread but take no

bone
I double down on my shovel 
Digging ground up 
Troubles all I know 
Teeth on fire 
Cavities; feeling sour 
Eat stone 
Cheap ass bread
On the grind

Do It Again

Cam'ron

S.D.E.

2000

kid
Screamin' mother overhead two plates, one fork sour milk and a loaf of bread
But I shook it off smiled of course kid
My girl wildout on some

coffee and sour bread.
Pease River's as salty as hell fire, the water I could never go
Oh God, I wished I had never come to the range of the buffalo.

on which you feed. sometimes that bread is sour, I ain't talking about Dough, 
 Sometimes that bread is bitter like burnt and blackened toast,
But Black

They see me all disagree
I'm getting the bread and I'm making all people feel sour like
Sourdough bread from Boudin
I'm either on or I'm off counting