dates o Asia o Canada o United States o Australia o Europe o UK * The Band o Band
soldiers Musicology Wish I had a Dollar For everytime you say Don't you miss the feeling Music gave you, back in the day? Let's groove, September Earth, Wind
band kept us too busy, we forgot about the time They're a band beyond description Like Jehovah's favorite choir People joining hand in hand While the music played the band
You can hear his music if you listen to the wind (blow) I want to be there - I want to be right there Bear witness, I'm wailing like the wind Come bear
Cannot run but A winding river Gets wound around a heart, pull it Tighter and tighter Until the muddy waters part Down by the river bank A blues band arrives The music suffers, baby The music
little trip around this glorious little globe of ours! we feature songs of many colors, and flags of lots of nations And the first stop on this whirl-wind
Some thought some book some other's point of view Some bled some bland some music by the band Some danced some stood some drunk some (? plight/plotted
Mobile, Alabama In a club they call Big Jack's A little four piece band was jammin' So I took my guitar and I sat in I showed 'em what a band would
was signin niggaz with curls and givin Afro Sheen niggaz a deal Aluminum foil suits, you niggaz know your roots Like undisputed truth, lakeside, music
point of view Maybe somewhere I don't know Toss the idea to and fro Not sure what makes it come and go There it is again, sweet music on the wind Over
I slept last night in a good hotel I went shopping today for jewels The wind rushed around the dirty town And the children let out from their schools
another day Take me back to my Southern ways Where the tall pines blow And the Southern winds kiss my face Oh, Southern grace Yeah, me and my boys started a band
two and a half years. And after all those rumours going around about this band - me leaving the band, me splitting up, or the band splitting up, and
playing some old records that I found in Grandpa's trunk Beside a wind-up gramophone, beneath a pile of junk And in that dusty attic I enjoyed a music
(music: s.macdonald/arcwelder lyrics: s.macdonald) He who hesitates is me[ My indecision's yours to see I have these words to say But they don't come
hear the cries from the carnival rides The pin-ball bells and the ski-ball slides Watching the summer sun fall out of sight There's a warm wind coming
Wind up your music box So just let the music play Don't let it stop It ain't easy growing up in the hood But I got my music box When the sirens sound
ways disguised as a craze Uh, got your back Against the status they be thrownin' up at us Back against the wall again High trees catch a lot of wind, oh Last band
