Mr. Dynamite James Brown, Brown, Brown Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star up to par, bars guitars So far
's so sad and so strong You gave me a story you gave me a song When he played is guitar she would weep My love So one rainy day that spirit took flight
the way I wanna go where the wind calls my name Wind is calling India, India, India It's a typical Savannah day so I take my guitar to the park and
way I wanna go where the wind calls my name The wind is calling, ?India, India, India? It's a typical Savannah day So I take my guitar to the park and
eat a dick Huffin' and puffin now you the man, understand this Dumb motherfuckers explode up in the push persist Keep movin' with no lyrics, your spirit
Edgar Allan Poe But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed so the guitar, had to take the bitch
Come all ye rolling minstrels, And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the air And move the rolling sky. Those that dance will start to dance
let your light shine did you let your light shine Well don't you try to give it away if you don't have it yourself Cause if your spirit is poverty stricken
snow white dove he sends his pure sweet love A sign from above on the wings of a dove When troubles surround us when evils come the body grows weak the spirit
I'm out there on the road The freedom I need is the freedom I leave In my good time rock and roll There's a healing in those guitars And a spirit in
No More Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar; Mike Patton: Vocals ( Angel Dust
If you see something that looks like a star And it's shooting up out of the ground And your head is spinning from a loud guitar And you just can't escape
Burnin' On My Face The Countdown Ten For The Gravity - Checkpoint! Nine For Polarity - Checkpoint! Eight For The (???) Seven For The Prismatic Time Warp Six For The Spirit
/takagi kan) Translators: ed valdez, ayumi suzuki, ted mills Anata wa kokoro no naka ni Jiyu no megami ga sunde iru no Jiyu na kokoro to guitar to Bike
East Texas And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur Looking back and asking myself What the hell'd you let them break your spirit for? Their lives ran in circles
Lamb If your faith ain't strong enough child you might wind up dead Praise the Lord and pass me a copperhead Reverend Jones, he struts and dances While the guitar
'ma drink Coke You'll be stifle to trifle my cycling Ease the pain of the knife That's in my fucking back Or is that a hose? They siphonin' my spirit
. It's a revolution. Revolution. It's been brewing much too long. As a new age dawns. It's a phenomenon. In the calm before the storm. Our spirits must