(Instrumental)
Most of us are sad No one lets it show I've been shadows of myself How was I to know? Tell me scarlet sun what will time allow? We have brought our children
Well, the future spills its intangibles An unknown set of variables A path that spliten infinitely up ahead So tell me what's the use to pick and choose
[Verse:] Been hearin' the whispers They're talkin' like we're over Baby that's news to me (hmmm...) Don't like what I'm hearin' And I don't wanna listen
Don't ya worry if you're lonely baby I'm at your door... Put your trouble down Upon me baby That's what I'm for... People like us Are too messed up To
[Guitar solo from Drowning Witch Majestic Performing Arts Center, San Antonio, Texas December 10, 1984 FZ CUSTOM STRAT Ike Willis rhythm guitar Ray White
I'm gonna sing this song with all of my friends and we're I'm from Barcelona Love is a feeling that we don't understand but we're gonna give it to ya
Nuestra sera la tierra latinoamericanos las manos que surcaron por siglos campo ajeno. Hoy despertando estan firmes combatiran todas las tiranias una
Naqueras mucho, pero haces muy poco quieres contarme un cuento que cuando empieza ya estas terminando otro ...Erase una vez que se era, fuera una vez
Come on, the day is ending. And we are tired from walking over and under this town. Look here, the fight is starting. As we near the people are parting
(Curtis Mayfield) We people who are darker than blue Are we gonna stand around this town And let what others say come true We're just good for nothing
A toast for our sins Our instincts drags us deeper Throwing us to the wolves The nameless were all buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless
From the ancient race of the immortals We enjoy the moon, us its eternal vassals Pondering our lost humanity Forever fated to wander the obscurity Hunters
Schlaf Kindlein Schlaf, Der Vater hut' die Schaf. Die Mutter schuttelt's Baumelein, fallt herab ein Traumelein. (x2) Schlaf Kindlein Schlaf. (x4) Schlaf
When she came and when she went it was great suprise, Like the stars on the clearest night, she could shine so bright, Like the sounds of a coming tornado
Dorothee, et Isabelle Depuis hier comment vont-elles? Mon p'tit perroquet Adore le banjo Il joue au poker Et nous sert le porto Il remplace la bonne Et lorsque ca sonne
