Traduction: Guided By Voices. Je suis un arbre.
Traduction: Vandales, les. Hang Myself De L'arbre.
: Voice le printemps qui passe; -Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour Ami, cede-moi ta place, J'en ai besoin pour un jour. C'est moi qui fais la toilette Des
my world! Don't think that I'm so less grown You can't wash your hands.Oh!Tripping head Join us with your dance Hang On A Tree Hang On A Tree... I wanna
Voice le printemps qui passe; -Bonjour, tisserand, bonjour Ami, cede-moi ta place, J'en ai besoin pour un jour. C'est moi qui fais la toilette Des bois
girl there's only me no friends or family, another Christmas alone Got no food to eat, no ornaments or wreath so I'll hang myself from the tree Christmas
own Round the hangin tree Swayin in the breeze In the summer sun As we two are one Swayin Can you see under my thumb There you are Round the hangin tree
hang with a young man who's doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits
Yes sir is Bobby Rick, aka A. B.O.B. O. I can't be eco conscious, I'm always burning trees And is there fire, fire, call it the... And call me supersonic
hasn't begun, stay tuned to me and there will never be a re-run So come and leap on my body, and as we come you'll prolly feel moist like the trees on
out my window Wonder how it came to be Feels just like a tempo Lifted by a gentle breeze Ugly as a suitcase I can see it stretch for days Hanging
voices Listen to the city song In this town a thousand countries Oh I love this catchy city song A film location round the corner Its soundtrack is the city song Hanging
head up to the sky. We can just rise up, tell me now. Give me your wings so we can fly. Killing up the life in the birds and the trees, And we're sucking
of death here' Not in the least, I walk by the old lady selling coconuts under the tree, Life is cheap here but wisdom is free, The beach boys hang on
set And I'm a mess ya'll up I bet that sucks To be him I'm a call And hang up Call again And hang up HEEELLLOOO Do you like scary movies Then I'm a do
I'm hanging on a limbo tree All the birds they shit on me Somebody get a knife Cut me down don't leave me here for dead For dead For dead For dead Pull
Cause I left his daughter on the lawn, in nothing but a thong If I raped her, they'd prolly hang me from a tree Ain't no publicity, like my name was Kobe
a slap But little did he know the little boy was strapped The kid pulled out the gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?" The gun was hang right for the cop's