See the clouds adrift so far below Everchanging as they come and go Makes me wonder why I'm up so high When really I am down so low Of all the wonders
Translation: Gates, David. Suite: Clouds, Rain.
if you like me, FUCK YOU! Fuck your Mom, fuck your Mom's Mama Fuck the Beastie Boys and the Daili Llama Fuck the rain forest, fuck a Forest Gump You
Telescopes and cameras Rappers wanna use glamours But I'm gleamin from the planets, homie Mine is called Kansas City A cloud in my pocket gotta rain on
(1) That's what I want That's what I need That's what I want Ho-down She sprays her lies around her like the clouds release the rain And endless stream
raining bed sheets and lover's words Let's throw out the hotel comforter and hang the 'Do not disturb' Sign me up for the storm I'll wear my suit for
I die, I don't want none of my niggaz to cry Just dress me in a black suit, and a black tie Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky No time to waste
at the site If we do that, we'll be just fine Miss Sweeney Actually there's one other thing on my mind Girl, you make the rain clouds disappear The
'm looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds
do it twice like Gemini Volcanic bandit insane, with the rapid fire propane My C-4 is qualified, cloud of ashes fill the sky Choice of fuel acid rain,
You're suffering, feel your pain Allow me to be your sponge 'Cause I can absorb your sorrows I'm the one Fire may rain down on you but I'll be your water
by Nanci Griffith Chorus: Oh I wish it would rain and wash my face clean I want to find some dark cloud to hide in here Oh love and a memory
a cloud across your smile or did you dream again last night It's best you rest inside a while as blue doesn't seem to suit you right Things ain't what
to stay Fly, fly, fly, we're flyin' away We hold on to memories of everyone Like existing clouds, a shadow dance before the sun And down with the rain
boy Bet he's not a real punk boy, bet he's not a real punk boy Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room Do rain clouds scatter and fall Do you
, no (You heard?) If you don't know, we're gonna show you (Come on) It's on now, New Year, pop the pain Sun blaze through the gray cloud, stop the rain
know what's goin on If you don't know, we're gonna show you, oooohhhh It's on now, New Year, pop the pain Sun blaze thru the grey cloud, stop the rain
Now the troubadours are outside the court With their gramophones and rifles And an awful cloud is daring to pour Such a wild scene a 3-D picture Bible
