most horrifying nights have ends I was hurt I was lost. In the dark I found the way to a friend I'm standing here in my ravine. Once again I see a
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Cuando las plazas se convierten en gargantas Y las calles solo son desfiladeros Cuando la noche se hace tan eterna y larga Que esperar a que amanezca
Ecoute, c'est toi qui conduit ou moi C'est moi, bon alors tais toi Y'a du whisky dans la boite a gants Et des americaines, t'as qu'a taper dedans
Ecoute, c'est toi qui conduit ou moi C'est moi, bon alors tais toi Y'a du whisky dans la boite a gants Et des americaines, t'as qu'a taper dedans Ecoute
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Instrumental Album: The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway Location: CD2, Track 8 Artist: Genesis
most horrifying nights have an end I was hurt, I was lost In the dark I found a way to a friend I am standing here in my ravine Once again I see a piece
(Chorus) We keep it Gully We keep it Gully We keep it Gully Gully Gully Gully (repeat 4 timez) (Southstar) Im so violent Keep yall behind me spit so
we could kiss our fears away Oh, could we? I would do anything for you I would go anywhere for you But the ravine is where I live The ravine's my place
three cool cats three cool cats parked on the corner in a beat up car devouring up a liquor candy bar talking all about how sharp they are these three
Don't call me red, don't turn me down, I've got a plan. Richard Neutra is my friend, and he's the man. He's been to school and he can see what's best
3rd BASE, DODGER STADIUM (From the Ry Cooder album, Chavez Ravine [2005]. Sung by Bla Pahinui) Mister, you?re a baseball man, as anyone can plainly
Antes se bailaba swing, Boogie-woogie, jitterbug. Pero esto ya torcio. Y este es lo que sucedio. CORO: Pachucos suaves bailan rumba, Bailan la rumba
Era la medianoche, when oimos the scream. ?Se requieren cien taxis en el almeria de Chavez Ravine.? Un monton de soldados, jovenes y enganados, Llevaron
more... CHINITO, CHINTO Chinito, chinito, toca la ?malaca? (maraca), chinito. Chinito, chinito, no ?plecupes? (preocupes) mas. Chinito, chinito, me
moon and stars. The city lights way down below. What's that sound? What's that light Streaking down through the night? What's it mean? It's a red cloud over Chavez Ravine
He places the number into a tube, A yellow plastic shoobedoobe. It says: Though your fingers may tickle Youll be safe in our pickle. Suddenly, black
