Lyrics:
didn't give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in
didn't give attention
Oh, to the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Oh, ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in
cards poked in his spokes
His boots in oil he's patiently soaked
The roadside attendant nervously jokes
As the angel's tires stroke his precious
You are the one
The prophets spoke of you
You will become
The artist's style, the artist's soon
Part of something whole – the artist's style,
NAT KING COLE LYRICS
Nature Boy
:Artist: Nat King Cole
-from his "The Greatest Of Nat King Cole" LP-Capitol SLB-6803
-peak Billboard position # 1
Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn
The wheels won't turn
I take my card and I stand in line
To make a buck I work overtime
Dear sir letters keep coming in the mail
I work my back till it's racked with
herself
Find comfort with a stranger and sing
She never took much notice
In the courtesy of kings
She had pictures of Cuban artists
And paintings from
[incomprehensible] super bicycle [incomprehensible], I'm racing
Spitfire turn and pop a wheelie, burn evil chasing
I'm waving bye, bye, bye
I got a card in my spokes
won't be free to torment me again
But in my bed again last night, those voices spoke of wrong and right
They spoke of darkness and of light
They spoke
You a-go tired fe see me face
Can't get me out of the race
Oh, man, you said I'm in your place
And then you draw bad card
A-make you draw bad
away from that gun
No it's not a joke it's cards on the table time
I could have phoned I could have spoke
But how to break the news without beaking your
You a-go tired to see me face
Can't get me out of the race
Oh, man, you said I'm in your place
And then you draw bad card
A-make you draw bad
(seasons of love)
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
In diapers, report cards
In spoke wheels, in
Broken Bicycles
Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
'Cos all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid out like skeletons out
You a-go tired to see me face
Can't get me out of the race
Oh, man, you said I'm in your place
And then you draw bad card
A-make you draw bad
would ride his
Put cards in our spokes and make our engines sound like traffic
When using Pokemon cards, please do not use the holographics
So bold
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Artist : Joan Baez
Song : Love Is Just A Four Letter Word
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
spoke of cards and signs and teams and fantasies
Of selling out, or being free
Put our foreheads together
On the bridge of the Apps tenuous connections
Performed by Prince
Spoke 2 me
I can't believe it but she spoke 2 me
Close 2 me
I never thought I'd get her close 2 me
Now the moon and the sun
With his gypsy moves
Yearning as the foal
Shy and beautiful
Every card he drew
Had a different face
Lingering and lost
Unholy holy ghosts
I tend
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