Lyrics:
Though no high-hung bells or din
of braggart bugles cry it in
What is sound? Nature's round
Makes the Silver Jubilee.
Five and twenty years
strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute
teeth gwine run pon them gums caw
When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one
my approval
Take bare pics for the paper
Call it manual labour
Should hire you for the Daily Bugle
You swear Clarendon is so, so crucial
I don't see
know though, that's fo' sho' doe
(Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin?)
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again -
the crowds in the street
-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet
And the gang, that old gang of mine
Was the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg
jada: when will it be my time time time time
bugle: time is now
jada: i ain't going no where no
Jada
PRE CHORUS
ITS BEEN DAYS SINCE I'VE SEEN YOU
slowly shuffling by
Across the valley grim and bare
I heard the bugle blow
The bloody beat of their torn
Feet staining the virgin snow
In the shivering
And when the bugles sounded, our captain gave command,
"To arms, to arms," he shouted, "and by your horses stand."
4: I saw the Indians coming, I heard
uitstekend zicht
Ga lekker als er poeder ligt
cls suiker op jouw bugles ligt
Word wakker naast een lauwe jagerbom
Gister keek je minder dom
Dus boek ‘m
Will you please kiss me?
On stage the bugle looks so cute
And the trumpet goes "toot toot toot"
Happy billie holidays
I feel like history
And if
or there’s smoke
Round the hill of three oaks
Their shadows an auction of slaves
Boys with their bugles
And young men with guns
Statues that no one wants
No bugle in jungle for I
No ruffer tumble
No finger in the eye
No sand, no blood in the sky
Just blood in the sand
Eyes staring up at the sky
marry me.
I hear the sound of bugles blowing,
Far away, far away.
And if they call, then I must go
Across the sea, so wild and gray.
So, Mary,
and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour
strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute
teeth gwine run pon them gums caw
When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one
was just 11 when, on my bike peddling
True story, new toy, Bugle Boy everything
Before I recorded raps on my lap top
Super duper double-looper track for
And when I hear that bugle call I refrect my claws and wiggle
I'm down with the N.D.E. never the treble above the bass
Her face is like an angel and her
And the madness spread it's the same damn thing
Hear the wardrums throb hear the bugles ring
And they named Zimbabwe through the barrel of a gun and the winners
second line
We out here, but in the house at the same time
Long horn, blood spilling through the bugle
Got to stretch your noodle longer just to make it
the crowds in the street
-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet
And the gang, that old gang of mine
Was the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg
of battles glorious and deeds victorious
the bugles cease now he is at peace now
far from these green hills of tyrol
because these green hills are not
got baby bottles full of lean
I've been through so much of shit this shit'll make a nigga sing
I remember rockin' bugle boy, now I rock designer jeans
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