Lyrics:
And Nixon didn't win
Goodbye then to Ike and the brass
To years that were cozy but crass
It's true Ike was icky
But better him than Dicky-
Now
sings to me
Of Marianne and sweet Suzanne
I know that I would rather be
The singer than his muse
When Dylan says lay lady lay
ccross my big brass bed
I
of brass
In the world you had made, they made you an outcast
You changed my life
Came along in a time of strife
From silver and gold to what man cannot
the door
I've been swimming right upstream
Wondering how much brass is left on that ring
And when is last call really your last drink
I thought you go
goodbye to the ladies we know in this town:
We've left you enough to buy a silk gown.
We've a ship that is stout and a jolly good crew:
A brass
of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather
Bring a song for the evening
Clean brass to flash the dawn
Across these acres
scene is turning green
Brass knuckles left in the rain
Death wish kids among the living
I want to ride on the divided
Anything but the mainstream
scene is turning green
Brass knuckles left in the rain
Death wish kids among the living
I want to ride on the divided
Anything but the mainstream
platinum
I dress in brass
I eat in zinc
Let it pass
Compare toast
I like that
I understand courage
I still roll with the shout of a character I was
dark its not all gloom and crass,
But to mine gold in this silver mine it does take balls of brass.
For she's seem 'em come and seen 'em go, and came
to speak
A studio musician
Blowin' the chance I see
And when the woodwind coushin rises
I start to dream
With the low brass bed
But I awake the horns
launched upon the tide and all the townsfolk cheered,
A brass band played but not a word of omens they had feared,
But before the afternoon was out,
time on the radio
Top brass shout as they clown around
Peace talks die in Geneva town
Do you know what it means?
This - means - war
This means
on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades
E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hood rats to get layed, money to get made
Yeah, yeah I had a dream I
Discovery
Oh how I look back and reflect
How I felt it
I was sick
I don't have to feel so wrong
Now I wake up dreaming saffron, turmeric and brass
honey
Oh honey
Let me take you to Alexander's
Grand stand brass band
Ain't you coming along?
Come on and hear
Come on and hear
Alexander's
nigga, see what I'm about
It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
Ski mask to get paid,
and broken up without a rhyme or reason
I've held the ring of brass and many times smashed it to pieces
Each breath I take is a gift that I will never take
And that, good people, is why
he got all cute and dropped by
With (sixty elephants, llamas galore) for real?
(With his bears and lions, a brass band
the light of the lake, with luck in our bones
I was the man in the moon
We’ll swing, swing from the brass ring
We will never be this young again
Take me
honey,
Let me take you
To Alexander's
Grandstand,
Brass band,
Ain'tcha comin' along?
Come on and hear,
Come on and hear,
Alexander's Ragtime Band.
Come
and the rat-a-tat drums, big brass bass, big brass bass,
and the piccolo, the piccolo with uniforms, too
with a shiny gold braid on the coat and a big red stripe
Den förste teg, den andre teg,
den tredje fråga var mitt brass fanns
Ni får förlåta mej, sa jag och log
det måste va nått fel nånstans
Jag är med i
breath.
All he does is blow into a brass tube with his air
(Mellow Mac:)
He brings the highlight in the twilight zone.
The Man with the Horn is gonna
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