Lyrics:
course I'm under par
Metro-Goldwyn wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But can't get no place with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I
Oh she was a lass from the low country
And he was a lord of high degree
But she loved him oh so tenderly
Oh sorrow sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in
Ive been working on the low
Been on my grind
Writing lyrics on my book
Make me feel fine
Makes it easy
For me to express my mind
And explain alotta
The lyrics I write of you, scheme
Just for the sight of you, dream
Both day and night of you
But what, what good does it do
I've been consulted by Hilary
at the cover
Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up
You can't judge sugar by looking
(I am only giving you the original lyrics, here.
There was a revised version for a film, Mississippi Belle, but since the movie
Was never released,
will choose your touch
Ah, there's no song that defines it
There's not music behind it
There's no lyric to read from
There's just me and the moment
Each day I'll do a golden deed by helping those who are in need
My life on earth is but a spent and so I'll do the best I can
Life's evening sun is
every race is run
In the quiet of the morning
Lying in the morning sun
Ruins of another country
Day has just begun
Lyrics by Philip Oakey
NUCLEACOR
Toxsick United
(lyrics: Murillo Viana & Caio Murder - music: Nucleador)
""Exhausted full out fuckin stoopid rancid
'Cuz in the vein
the mayor you can come see
Look here I'm well known, what you say? (I'm well known)
Kush by the el-bow, I love when it smell strong
Otherside
Do we ever want to take the low road?
Do we ever just want to say we're through?
Do we want to lock the door and throw away the key?
Do we? We do
Down in the valley the valley so low
Late in the evening hear the train blow
Hear the train blow boys oh hear the train blow
Down in the valley hear
at the cover
Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up
You can't judge sugar by looking
rid myself have your mem'ry where you're gone
Speak to me soft and low speak to me soft and low
Let me hear you say one last hello come by me nice
windows of the factories
Pickin bones of a better day
As I roll on the down the low highway
Travelin' now
On the low highway
By the yellow moon
Lyrics by Suzanne Vega
Music by Suzanne Vega & Mitchell Froom
I only turned to see
What hand had set this inner field alight
Against the flame
By the time I get to Phoenix she'll be rising
She'll find the note I left hangin' on her door
She'll laugh when she reads the part that says I'm
I Fucking hate lyrics
I hate 'em so much
They don't let me tell
What I really feel in my heart
Not able to write
Write stupid words
'Cause everything
went for after-glow, candle light on the mistletoe,
But now when you turn the lamp down low, I'm beginning to see the light.
Used to ramble through
course I'm under par
Metro-Goldwyn wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But can't get no place with you
You're so supreme
The lyrics I
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
can't turn you 'round
The blues
Is a low-down shakin' chill
Yes, preach 'em now
Mmmmm-mmmmm
Is a low-down shakin' chill
You ain't never had 'em, I
did
Doing this shit
Into the wild like that young kid
Nobody knew I would do this
Thats probably why i go by lyric and not louis
I hada prove em wrong
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