surely time does Changes call the course Held inside we enter daybreaks Asking for, asking for The source, the source, the source, the source Sent as we sing our music
abridge sails afloat As to call light the soul shall sing Of the velvet sailors course on Of the velvet sailors course on Shine or moons send me memories
and the Civil War We'd all meet up at the swimming hole With marshmallow sticks and our homemade fishing poles And the stars would guide us home, oh, those sweet memories
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith Verse 1 You're part of some heaven, but you're feeling like hell. an interesting
a call a pack of Spaniards screamed for more music is the language of us all music is the language of us all music is the language of us all music is
he is just a puppet And the wind blows him here and blows him there But when I kiss you my dear I feel like a buccaneer And water makes its music everywhere
sex Listening to techno music on the bus while we earned our checks Memories make me want to go back there, back there All the memories make me want
The memories still hold us together No matter if we're young or old As long as there's music we'll all live forever In the spirit of rock and roll Once
it I'm reaching for When we're through building memories I'll hold yesterday in my heart, in my heart They can take tomorrow and the plans we made They can take the music
sign reads, 'Help the blind' Comin' up the lane callin' Workin' while the rain's fallin' Ragman, your song of the street Keeps haunting my memory Music
if I would make it here And hey sweet music set me free From the statistic that I started to be I wish my mama was alive to see The memories of the
Further to fly Further to fly Maybe you will find a love That you discover accidentally Who falls against you gently As a pickpocket brushes your thigh Further to fly Effortless music
Words & music by paul simon I have a wisdom tooth Inside my crowed face I have a friend who is born again Found his savior's grace I was born before
rage, the rage of love turns inward To prayers of devotion These prayers are the constant road across the wilderness These prayers are These prayers are the memory of God The memory
in the vein After the dream of falling and calling your name out These are the roots of rhythm And the roots of rhythm remain In early memory, Mission music
They wanna make it in the neighborhood They like the smell of it in Hollywood How could it hurt you when it looks so good I lost my memory in Hollywood
t been the same Feelin' ain't been in music, hooks ain't been the same But I'm doin' what I can, man And try to follow ya'll Memory Lane, man Big, you