I am the heart of a lion So you know exactly what I am I am like a lion in ? The same streets wanna get to you .. But no matter what they say it's where
(Serge Lama - Claude Perraudin) Elle est pas gaie ma serenade Loin des projos tout parait fade Les simagrees, les jeremiades, L'amour, l'amour sont
I want to walk eternity, In through the land of make believe. And watch the clouds roll over me, And let the sun shine down on me. The only place that
You gotta keep 'em separated You like the latest fashions You'd like to keep 'em clean You take a trip every week to the laundromat Throw a load in the
Once more just before I'm leaving Torn on the platform Once more just before I'm leaving Torn on the platform 'Cause I miss you and I love you And I
HARRY LAUDERS WALKING STICK TREE Follow the ride This time so right Opening so vitally Left to die Drown in an overbend I let it out Green was sympathy
Baby, who that is? Don't worry about who that is, it ain't you You got somebody else over there? Don't worry about it Keith, if you was over here taking
The first strange town I was ever in the county was hanging a man Nobody cared if he lived or died and I just didn't understand So I washed my face in
Lavender windows and burgundy doors Olive green pillows on ebony floors The lightest of wine could have been mine It should have been mine Promises kept
Listen to my bassman, he is lavender His woman is his bass and he is loving her, loving her Listen to the sounds he's giving As he is living, true to
There I was sitting on the top Of the world in a coin laundry Well, I could have been royalty Sitting in the palace like a queen Do you have a dollar
My heart is breakin' like a Krakatoa Hot fire, red hot fire Lava, oh, hot lava Hot lava, red hot lava Hot lava, red Hot lava, oh lava I'm gonna let
This town ain't much to look at, there ain't that much to do With the local Joe's at the stop and go and the class of '42 We go down to the laundromat
I got the all night laundry mat blues Washing everything I own except my shoes I got makeup 'round the collar and it smells like sweat A dollar in the
Lavender lips on a full, sore mouth "Where's the parade?" I asked his sleepy face But my lazy little shadow stayed asleep in bed Climbed another tree,
Kiko and the lavender moon Out playing, makes believe Nobody can see And then he waits And then he fakes And then he bends And then he shakes He plays
We're goin' hoppin', we're goin' hoppin' today Where things are poppin' the Philadelphia way We're gonna drop in on all the music they play On the bandstand
Brimstone Fire, Lava Ground(How Hot It Is, Oh, How Hot It Is, Oh) De Warriors Nuh Fear No Death Nor Any Form Of Terror Oh Pagan Did Mistake Nuh Make Dey