Lyrics:
At the small winding brook
I hear your thunder
But from where?
Now go meet your friends
By the estuarine Thames
It's somewhere over
Over there!
Beyond
Ghosts inhabit my mountain home
They don't frighten me, I sleep here alone
I shut out my friends, shut off the phone and
Late in the night I hear
Take me away to a place called home
To a place they call Brooks City (City)
And you know this sound for real
Take me away to a place called home
Driving thru the brook
Four a.m., with the heat on
Baby smoking newport shorts
In your nissan
She said that she heard of me
You ain't hear the rep?
Mister Brook, kiss her for me Miss Raindrops
And watch to see they all do please Mister Sun!
Music by Ray Getzov
With lyrics by Sid Frank, 1952
friend is a tree, and in his
spare time he's a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster (M.P.) is in
the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper
my friend, a friend, we can all be friends
If we just let this little hurt between us mend
Let me tell you about my friend, boys
I met him
once again by the hilltop
The sun and the moon
Are still my friends
I promise there will
Be no more heartaches for me
Till I fall in love again
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
To her new friend Garth.
And I could tell the way he shook my hand
He'd never heard of me before
Not only she don't love me
She don't hate me
To her new friend Garth.
And I could tell the way he shook my hand
He'd never heard of me before
Not only she don't love me
She don't hate me
Looking out and I'm wondering where I am
While I'm stuck in the daily traffic jam
I decide to get out and leave the car behind me
Everywhere there
Looking out and I'm wondering where I am
While I'm stuck in the daily traffic jam
I decide to get out and leave the car behind me
Everywhere there
Ghael gathers the gang
"Riza just reported to me-
Things aren't as they have seemed
Nora and Shina's job that day
Was merely to make us look away
Looking out and I'm wondering where I am
While I'm stuck in the daily traffic jam
I decide to get out and leave the car behind me
Everywhere there
Looking out and I'm wondering where I am
While I'm stuck in the daily traffic jam
I decide to get out and leave the car behind me
Everywhere there
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
sold a stone
Instead he toils away to get by
Like me he disagrees with
The standard kobold crowd
Embracing the snobby lives that
Our stone's prices allow
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
ain't Aaron (Aaron Brooks)
Nigga murkin' bitches, got me feelin' like 2Pac, "Do we hate our women?" (Hate our women)
I'ma kill lil' shawty by fuckin' her
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
For I'm quick on the trigger and I brook no disputes
I will take what I fancy and burn all the rest
cnd leave you like cdam in your innocence dressed
realistic hooks
Like a fisherman's brook
An efficient outlook
To disintegrate the foundation shook
By that babbling brook
Shoulda offed her
Left her sleepin
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