Lyrics:
the fountain
Running into the sea
Where shadows choose their horrors
Designed for music.
Turn to fly, go away,
Little bird, please don't stay,
Fare thee
falettinme be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
Dance to the music, all nite long
Everyday people, sing a simple song
Mama's so happy,
looks fine
Music comes spilling out into the street
Colors go flashing in time
Take off take off
Take off your stay-at-home shoes
Break off shake
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
Come on, let's go out tonight
Out into the neon light
Sidewalk shining from the rain
From First and Hill to Sixth and Main
Two lovers kissing
Right about now, you're about to be possessed
By the sounds of Cool N Dre and Freeway
Hit it
Young Philly from the block, y'all, rockstar
This
on and stroke a left side
Go on blow on go on blow on and stroke a right side
Your biting into the root your smoking pot to the wall
Blow on go on blow
[spoken by Ice Cube]
Niggaz are in a state of emergency
The death side: a mirror damage of where we are today
The life side: a vision of where we
Kawasaki Green
Japanese made, white trash proud
250cc sounds real loud
Ride into the city or drive it in the sticks
I’m always doing wheelies when I pass by
A zillion will be fried out
But in some neat hideout
Rand will be safe under ground
Praise the Lord
Rand will be safe under ground
With a stroke of the pen
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
to blend,
Into a perfect rainbow,
For a happy end . . .
. . . happy end . . .
Words and Music by Henry Nemo
And David Saxon , 1943
into their existence by tremulous epileptic strokes
Blasts of irregular pulsar-radiation -Triggering the process of mind and body control
Lost
the doctor said give him jug band music
It seems to make him feel just fine
I was floatin' in the ocean
Greased with suntan lotion
When I got wiped out by
like to introduce to you a man that has dedicated his life to country music
And has written most of his life into the songs that he sings
Make welcome if
fuses
Traffic flows into the breakfast show woh oh woh...
Power from the needle to the plastic
AM FM I feel so ecstatic
Now it's music I've found
we could help you at least"
"Make you into a big star
By playing your guitar"
But the joke was on me
They left me flat to see
Going back West
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
We are on procession with the crucial, with the wild
Taken in possession by the music and beguiled
Hold tight
We're going out tonight
Under
night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen
When I recall just how it felt
When I went walking down by the take
My soul was free, my heart awake
When I walked down into the town
I understand why you went runnin' from me
I guess, I really should have seen it comin'
I'll always die by my own hand
Ran into your daddy last
to the music people ever since the day I was born
My momma raised me in a room across from the church by the tree
And that sweet gospel music, oh how it used
searching into you
And ached a while
I watch his lips
Caress the glass
His fingers stroke
The stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last
He dries
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