Lyrics:
so - gifted
But we cyah seem to be nobody
If our own people don't support we
Lord...
Local musicians taking blows
Local artists have to beg to be
performance of heart and soul
You can hear this great
Artist on Columbia Records
Her latest for Columbia is her
Album "Runnin' Out of Fools"
Listen to it
think we’re crazy
‘Cause it sounds like noise
When we’re speaking in our native
Speaking in our native tongue
We’re speaking in our native
Speaking in
Wladimir Tegarid and Axel lopez, have exchanged their native rhythms to develop this harmonic track.
Welcome Axel Lopez to Voko Records.
Always
Helen, past the Straits of Magellan
And things are always looking up down here
'Cause there's a party at the end of the world
Where the locals do
On an island far away where the tropic breezes play
Waits a dark eyed native girl the sweetest girl in all the world
I still miss her more each day
never spoken
And for an audience of one
But where you're healed is where you're broken
And God knows your native tongue
So build a bridge with what's
officer put down the gun
Native son, I never wanted to own one
Native son, both of us want to be someone
It's so hard, is it so hard for a native son
To be
sophomore slump
You had so many chances to become a star
But you never really cared about that
Local God
You'll live forever as a local God
It's even
The natives are getting restless in the tropical heat
Work in scarce and children play while the dogs fight in the street
And in the hotels all
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
targeting local school buildings. Now traditionally, vandals use spray paint, as you know, to tag property. In these cases, the letters: E.B.A.H. appear to be
Psychedelic Native American Chant
Meglio stasera
Baby, go, go, go
Or as we natives say
"Fa subito"
If you're ever gonna kiss me
It had better be tonight
While the mandolins
neurofunk, and house music genres
Each time, no one gave a shit
Eventually, I stopped giving a shit
Then I heard that a local trap artist downloaded samples
Come with me where moonbeams light Tahitian skies
And the starlit waters linger in our eyes
Native hills are calling, to them we belong
And we'll
Meglio stasera
Baby, go, go, go
Or as we natives say
"Fa subito"
If you're ever gonna kiss me
It had better be tonight
While the mandolins
Sing to me, baby, in your native tongue
Sing the words of the wise and the young
Show me the place where your words come from
Love is
Come with me where moonbeams light Tahitian skies
And the starlit waters linger in our eyes
Native hills are calling, to them we belong
And we'll
Come with me where moonbeams light Tahitian skies
And the starlit waters linger in our eyes
Native hills are calling, to them we belong
And we'll
sashayin', flip-floppin' along
Like wherever she may be is right where she belongs
And I thought, ooh, I love the local girls
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
stay
Fed with hatred and bored to the brim
As native as locals get
The decency has vanished, radicalization is all that's left
Invocation
Cannot paint
peaceful island
Across the silver sea
Yonder where native lovers wander
Lost in eternity
Moonland, a summer's evenin' in June land
An old familiar tune
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