Lyrics:
To hear the engines pout
There's a pain, it does ripple
Through my frame, makes me lame
There's a thorn in my side
It's the shape, it's the prize
bla bla bla bla
We used to live
like we're made of gold
Oh kiddo, it makes me cry
Its funny how
I cant sleep alone
Surrounded by strangers eyes
We
body and my spirit and my crowns/ every single thing seems heavy on my brow/
And I sweat it, I want to shed it/ I want to go back in time and make
STAND
FACED WITH THE WORLD AROUND YOU
YOU KNOW YOU MUST MAKE A CHOICE
AND KNOW THAT WHATEVER YOU DO
IT'S TIME THAT YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE
THERE'S NOT
(dreaming)
I wonder if I could be dreaming (dreaming)
It's the right minute, the right hour to show my power
So, let me shine, bloom like a flower
For
first thing that you earned
What's it worth? Not like you know
All the glitter ain't gold
So how that make you feel in your bones
Everything that you
down to the shoreline
Hear the last song that I ever wrote
My dear, you swore you'd make it home by morning
Now every day I sit and stare at the sea
(dreaming)
I wonder if I could be dreaming (dreaming)
It's the right minute, the right hour to show my power
So, let me shine, bloom like a flower
For
bourgeoisie
When you know where to go but not how to get there
It's enough to make you twitch
You'll never be accepted by the working class
But you work
up to the club like, "what up I got a big cock!"
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so dang frosty
That
And make love on a sunny day
No noises around us, not a building for miles
No smokestacks or soot to get in your eyes
The river is running, rushing by
girl with all my might
And you know you're my favorite 'cause you keep it tight
Legs over my shoulder, hands in my hair
If you pull to tight 'cause Dre
down to the shoreline
Hear the last song that I ever wrote
My dear, you swore you'd make it home by morning
Now every day I sit and stare at the sea
the surface
It takes a dream to live and breathe
And when I dream I dream about your face
You're the one that makes me bleed
I believe
We've got all that it
walk hand in hand would it make your little day and would you celebrate narrow minds running this democracy? the right to live, the right to breath,
Sassy Sarah On The Saxophone
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"
When it came time to choose an instrument
Here I can smell the rain
And the city underneath 4 a.m.
It makes no difference to me
It's all below my feet
If desire was a reasonable friend
I
to Wine,
It?s not so very hard to do,
You know the Good Lord?s on our side,
With his help we?ll make it through,
Let?s take a cottage by the Shore,
Slow
Can't wake my faith and make it happen
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know how
Got by on cheap time but it goes faster
I worn out, I worn
Where shall I begin
It's hard to explain, what makes a person anxious
Eyes, all under my skin
Analyse before their Diagnosis
Take a seat tell
I ... I ... I
I get sick
Sick to my stomach
How could I let you get so close?
You slithered in when I was needy
By the time I saw it for what it was
right through
A desertion of any true belief in creating real equality for all
To many times they get away
But no wit's time to make them pay
It's funny how they shoot you down
When your hands are held up high
And you open up your heart and soul
But that's not enough for most.
I
How should I start? I'm so confused
By now I'm sure you heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block,
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart, I
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