entity the music is Inconceivable like life Immeasurable like infinity My God, my Lord It witnessed our beginning so the music is Annihilating, upsetting
yeah Getting ready, yeah Getting ready From early in November to the last week of December I got money matters weighing me down Whoa, the music may
? like you that ain?t like me. even hally berry couldn?t entice me. Remember when we kept it hot in December. Did - tours I did those in November. November
that like to get down I made my rounds and that was that In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks And I remember I seen her ass in early November
to pretty women fuck them womens by the hundreds I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me what you wanna I'll, take yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 'Til November
world I never been about I see them glitter but their spirit's goin' in and out We see them fading, we also see them hating We also see those living for musical
', (We Likes It Wickid, We Keeps It Wickid) We Like Cartoon Serial Slaughterer's On Our Records, And Its How We Ajust To The Pressures Of Life, Let Our Music
Ruined) No Matter What I Ever Do,Nina Always Gotta Deliver,Never Comin Out On Top As The Winner,Might Have To Take It Back To November,71 When I Was
and music. Whenever they play their pipes you can hear their music as clear as day and it is the grandest kind of music. It may last half the night but
[Music: Sipilä & CHARON Lyrics: Leppäluoto] White dreams of sour relish four candles in VIRGINS nest Sweet rhyme of brook flows in our minds
A man without a job is a stranger to the seasons The April rain will soak you like the worst November brings And we're tired of the excuses and the carefully
And on and on though the years you always came through On and on on and on Your love goes on On and on on and on It was November and the year was 1995
, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase So go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm gon' 'til November I need a couple birds
day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November" I need a couple birds
tout en pleurs C'est deja novembre sans toi Softness of a sky from America Dreamer like a music I already forget that you are crying It's already november
About noonish, I woke up to the music Blaring outta the clock I inherited from pops After snooze is hit twice or trice I climb off of this madras to go
[Music by Tiedemann.Bartsch-August 2000] [Poems by Bartsch-November 1996] Ich bin nicht nur eine Farbe sondern letztlich Siebzehn und Drei als elfte
(music by bartsch - november 93) (poems by bartsch - october 93) In coldness of my dark bowel a yell after mercilessness bequeaths a trace of eternal