Oh, it's daddy, daddy, daddy, it's daddy, daddy, all the time Lord, that's daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, all the time If I'm awake or if I'm dreamin
(B. Dylan) Perhaps it's the colour of the sun cut flat And covering the crossroads I'm standing at, Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
Let me see (let me see). How my life has been (taken). Taken. This demon (haunts me). Haunts me. They're waiting (help me). Help me. You fuck me
Hi hi hi hi hi Ich sende ein Signal hi hi hi hi hi Ich sende ein Signal hi hi hi hi hi An alle Auf meiner Wellenlange Ich sende ein Signal hi Operater
La place d'un pere, la place d'une mere dans une famille La place de deux c'est trop cher, sont cesser mais pour la vie Uni par leur volonte, par les
Once upon a time, not so long ago When things were much much simple, And time would travel slow. There came a righteous stranger, With a bible in his
as you see, science once again robs us of our jobs they've put a micro-chip in my place, I hide behind screen of aggression nowadays it's just a way
Usher, baby I just wanna get your attention I really wanna be all up in your head Yeah, 'cause what I got, you goin' to get some Yeah, but girl that's
Beautiful girl, lovely dress High school smiles, oh, yes Beautiful girl, lovely dress Where she is now I can only guess 'Cuz it's gone daddy gone, the
Let me see (Let me see) All my life has been (Taken) Taken This demon (Haunts me) Haunts me They're waiting (Help me) Help me You fuck me up, I gagged
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat And covering the crossroads I'm standing at Or maybe it's the weather or something like that But daddy, you
You look a younger my beautiful version of death But I'm scared to hold you close or smell your breath Now your body's facing east your heart is west
Hey, what you'd say your name was? Rubber Back You got a brain you ain't using You got charm you're abusin' You're too busy out there floosin' Or lying
Bing Crosby/Max Terr's Mixed Chorus/John Scott Trotter Orchestra Written by: Frederick W. Faber (Words 1849)/Henre F. Hemy & James G. Walton (Music
In my leisure suite Quit talking Just for talking Please In my leisure suite Sometimes I feel the room surround me With possibility Build fires to stoke
Sitting in a SDT Waiting for an Underground train To rumble underneath my feet Bang goes another day Where it went I could not say Now I'll have To wait
Do you do anything you ever do? No, she said Do you want anything you ever wanted? No, she said She don't know how, how to feel This is a bad day, this
If you come here Which you sometimes do Don't think that I really want you to And if you come here Which you always do Don't think that I expect you