Music by reg dwight, caleb quaye, bernie calvert, and roger pope Released as a b-side by the bread and beer band in february, 1969 [instrumental]
Translation: John, Elton. Breakdown Blues.
We hit the blue fields In the blue sedan we didn't get much further Just as the sun was rising in the mist We were all alone, we didn't need much more
purses Prophecy disperses like some oil inside of water Niggas prepare of the slaughter, overseen like a father ?????? like a white collar crime Up in the blue
wanna cry when I'm still living? Word got out and the rumors started spreading My momma, called one night Said, "Todd, are you all right? The whole family's got the Too Short blues
just say it polite I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life Like Hov said it "Can I Live?" Aye dear Lord, "Can I live?" -Hey Breakdown Now
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
wonder, is Heaven truly everlastin? I'm askin, I said it to four lost relatives missin, in action Communication breakdown, it's all the same Havin a nervous breakdown
corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch When you goin' to war every thug got his match SS baby, blue
This is the text on the rendezvous album: If your eyes are blue you know the rest Champagne if it's very cool It's never very formal how you dress For
is wrong Don't you worry about bother there's a brand new mountain song That's got the whole durn country rockin' with that big gavel beat It's the hillbilly breakdown
constantly under threat Have you been bitten yet? You've only got 3 minutes left Before a massive coronary breakdown Red back, funnel web, blue ringed
am not perfect, nor do I strive to be/ I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns/ I'm a retarded dis figured clown, dying to
our bed With this I'm telling you My color changes back to blue How do i ask you this Will you help me through Stand by for another breakdown Sound
Breakdown, liquidate God, fuck it grab the nickel plate Spencer for Hire, tension when we mention Dryer He's a slave cop, behave pop Blue suits who
Say sayonara, darling This time goodbye No bon voyage, it's time to fly I can see the breakdown coming Like a twisted wreck Let's save ourselves the
Cho San was her name And this is her tale of woe Take it away Cho Cho [Foreign content] Today's the day when I see clear A tiny thread of smoke appears Where blue
Too much for paper Too much for favors Too much for saws Too much for laws Too much for raws Too much for brawls Too much for y'all [Kwajo] Breakdown
