Lyrics:
(Hey, Bill Bailey, Don''t look now but somebody''s calling you.
Who? Why, your lady friend, that''s who.
If I were you, If I were you, I''d get
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
where I live
Together we would start a new game
But when we reached the doorway
Decided you'd go your way
I knew I'd never see you again
Cause,
Who? Why, your lady friend, that's who.
If I were you, If I were you, I'd get my little old self home)
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey, won't you come
(Hey, Bill Bailey, Don't look now but somebody's calling you.
Who? Why, your lady friend, that's who.
If I were you, if I were you, I'd get my
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
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,
come home, Bill Bailey?
I say, won't you come home?
I say, you've been away too long
And as Miss Pearl Bailey might say
Bill, honey, daddy, you'd
I could, maybe I could, maybe I
Could meet the artists, and get to know them personally
If I were David Byrne
I'd go to galleries and not be too
to be able just to pay the price
The price it took to set him free
I never heard a single "thank you" at all
You'd think by now I could see
All
Hey, Bill Bailey, don't look now but somebody's calling you
Who, why, your lady friend, that's who
If I were you, If I were you, I'd get my little
yo' guns in the motherfucking air, c'mon!)
All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see
and then you lose
Oh Lord, I got the Zimmerman blues
Oh Lord, I got the Zimmerman blues
Oh Lord, I got the Zimmerman blues
Oh Lord, I got the Zimmerman
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
the artist's soon
A never-ending flow – the artist's style, the artist's soon
The secrets you will know
You are the second in the time
I see your dreams, you see
please come, ah
Bailey, won't cha please come c'mon
Baby, won't cha please come yo!
Baby, won't cha please come
Baby, won't cha please come
Baby, won't cha
the messages that found me, then vanished in the ether
In the messages that found me:.
I told them they'd see me walking in the rain
In Budapest, in Prague,
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me
Is this mic on?
Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We're bringing up nobody, nobody
Nobody
true artist
Makes him aware that our Nation falls
Short of it's highest potential
I see little of more importance to
The future of our country and
Our
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예술도 이 정도면 과음이지, 과음
새 기록은 자신과 싸움이지, 싸움
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