For all the girls that have interest in me. Please forget me. Just go home. I'm breaking bones Over roaming free, empty, and with nowhere to go. Who wants
A-tisket, a-tasket A brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommy On the way, I dropped it I dropped it, I dropped it Yes, on the way I dropped
Long ago and far away, I dreamed a dream one day And now that dream is here beside me Long the skies were overcast But now the clouds have passed You'
Here we go again London is insane Confusion in my brain Here we go again Pleasure turns to pain A disposable refrain It's feeling very strange Here we
There's a bright golden haze in the meadow There's a bright golden haze in the meadow The corn is as high as an elephant's eye And it looks like it's
When whippoorwills call and evening is nigh I hurry to my Blue Heaven A turn to the right, a little white light Will lead me to my Blue Heaven I'll see
began to click And that my friend really did the trick Then her fortunes began to climb She appeared on "The March of Time" All the boys in the Army
Over there, over there Send the word, send the word over there That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming The drums rum tumming everywhere So prepare
There'll be a hot time in the town of Berlin When the Yanks go marchin' in I wanna be there, boy, and spread some joy When they take old Berlin There
Translation: Matthew Good Band. A Silent Army In The Trees.
up to no good, incarcerated Crescentwood pushing insane, thinking I was John Wayne life was looking grim, can you hear me, can you hear me, you pilgrims
My words are weapons, I use 'em to crush my opponents My words are weapons, I never show no emotion My words are weapons, I use 'em to kill whoever's
I met a Moko man from the other side The room began to capsize as he was telling me his tales And all my beliefs and best belongings were flying useless
will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more I got my mind, right money right Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back Had the rubber band
at noon A cat fight breaks open the night While watch dogs bay at the moon A preacher on an orange crate With a salvation army band And clicking along
one was there Out in the cold Harlem rain I went looking for this minstrel man Played me a song to ease the pain With a Salvation Army band When you
looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please Look around Leaves are brown And the sky is a hazy shade of winter Hear the Salvation Army band
