tents The stars above the barren trees Were his only audience Them charcoal gypsy maidens Can strut their feathers well But nobody can sing the blues
black hair [Chorus:] War paint and soft feathers Love was meant to be Even though he was Apache She was a blue-eyed Cherokee War paint and soft feathers
a name Just walking in the rain Goin' back to Houston, Houston, Houston I got holes in both of my shoes Well I'm a walking case of the blues Saw a dollar
realest shit I ever wrote But more real than theirs, so what that say about the words THEY spoke? I tell ya light and raw, you never find a black man with blue
we used to look up to, that fell the fuck off. [MASE:] And now they doing all that R'n'B sh..(crocker!) [DOVE:] You mean Rhthym and Blues? [DE LA SOUL
DOVE:] Nah, no my brother No my sister Try to get hip to this Word, word to the mother I'll tell the truth So bear my witness Fly like birds of a feather
die, 'Twould be a pleasure Slow to heal, but quick to cry Fragile as a sparrow's feather Crippled bird too blue to fly Fragile as a sparrow's feather Crippled bird too blue
feather bed What I wouldn't give for a little bitty taste Of Mama's homemade chocolate cake Tennessee homesick blues running through my head Mama you can fluff my feather
(S. Kesler - C. Feathers) I forgot to remember to forget her, I can't seem to get her off my mind. I thought I'd never miss her, But I found out somehow
How I remember sleepless nights When we would read by candlelight, And on the windowpane outside A new world made of snow; A million feathers falling
A setting sun that paints a tie-dyed sky A feather bed, an ancient lullaby A kiss good night from one whose love is true That's the kind of day i wish
Diggin? around Feelin? so down Floatin? around like a feather Nothin? but me And all of my dreams Trying to hold it together Those were long days Long
Wife beater on, VIP, like the eye of the storm I'm project, I'm ghetto, hood, better ring the alarm Cold flu, cause I just blew 30 off cash Blue with
, thank all 50 in your flag. (And you really got a family tree) with Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln and Lee, (You're lucky to have ancestors like that), you were born with a feather
Baltimore Oriole Took one look at that mercury, forty below No life for a lady To be draggin' her feathers around in the snow Leaving me blue, off she
and he died like a butterfly A buried star in the haze of the city lights A gun went off and a mother dropped her baby On the blue feathered wing -
fine as fuck but you givin me hell I got this indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said all you