Lyrics:
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
(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
And who's gonna hold you like me?
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
I laughed in your face and said
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith
This
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
And everybody knows you by a different name
I didn't catch your first name
I didn't get your last
I didn't hear too much what was said
My
Here we are two very bewilder'd people
Here we are two babes that are lost in the wood
We're not quite certain what has happen'd to us
This lovely
homie, Sean Deah (Hawaii Mike)
What up, baby? There from day one!
Can't forget K.T., Alazay, the whole Raw Dough Brackets
(Mr. Perry), The Pack, even
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
옹헤야
다 마셔, 마셔, 마셔, 마셔 내 술잔 ayy
다 빠져, 빠져, 빠져, 미친 예술가에
한 잔 (one shot), 두 잔 (two shots)
꽹과리 치며 불러 옹헤야
우리가 떴다 하면 전세계 어디든지 stadium party, ayy
K
shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D-O-T my enemy, won't catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my
and a doctor
Though he seldom got a dime
For all he'd done
And I remember lots of times
We sent for Dr. Thomas
But I don't recall a time
He didn't come
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
oh my do you get what I'm dropping those are just artists that we've seen in concert
So let's get into the list here's the artists that we've seen
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
they won't tell me what not to say
And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways
You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that
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
do
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
only one.
Let's got back to Eden,
Don't make the garden wait.
At the gates of Eden,
This golden key is all it takes.
Guest Artists:
George Hawkins, Jr.
We are not the same I am a martian
And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas
Lock load ready to aim at any target
I can get your brains for
I'd follow you to Timbuktu
Like Scarlett followed Rhett
But this Romeo ain't got Julie yet
Just meet me 'round the old man's
Barn 'bout ten
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
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