s take corrodes I'll describe my pain You don't stay in my thoughts Fascination among these tears Find my blind eyes Praise of a blind child Praise
Traduction: Levon Helm. L'enfant aveugle.
loved before. And is her footstep soft and light, Her voice so meek and mild, And father do you think she'll love, Your blind and helpless child. Oh
THE SLEEPING SLAVE. PROTECT ME FROM VIOLENCE, HOLD ME IN YOUR COOL LIPS, YOU DRUG ME WITH KINDNESS, SO I CAN PRETEND I EXIST. NOW YOU BE THE ONLY CHILD
high in the sky stop calling her restless she moves in the sun gets out of the bed past noon closer to one I follow her mind I follow her blind she leaves
the time you left me I was like your slave The love I gave you, had driven me so blind I was just a doll you played with like a child And now that
"A teardrop falls down from eyelash The abusion has begun Say, is this the way YOU love me? All my might is gone... If your eyes are blind, I'll tell
why? Dear Mr. President, were you a lonely boy? are you a lonely boy? How can you say, no child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind
dead child. After Dunblane how can you hold a gun? And say that you are innocent? After Dunblane how can you hold a gun? And say that you are innocent? So are you blind
dolla's gon' add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does, it's pain in my eyes but these east saints blind
window then. Touched the bottom, the night a sleepless day instead; A day when love came, came easy like what's lost now found. Beneath a blinding
The Serpent Lover Conform To Violence On your Knees, Praise Me Knife Impaling Razors Piercing No Hard Feelings Perverted Shivering Comes To Mind That She's Not Blind
your cord You're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny You're so blind you can't see that
on the .45 chrome Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes
I saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennesey Talkin to a nigga on a tight leash Screamin "Fuck the police," as I ride through the night streets Lil' child
the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind
in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
