When this began, I had nothing to say And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me (I was confused) And I'd let it all out to find That I'm not the
How many times has this gone on? Call 'cause it's just been too long Say it's good to hear it's going fine Check that you're still featured in my mind
When words they mean nothing And everything you say is wrong You tell me your happy Turn around and I'll be gone You think about leaving Leaving when
There's a party down on the corner Do you want to go? They got rhythm, a little blues And a whole lot of soul I don't care what you've got to say You
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
I sell the morning papers sir, My name is jimmy brown Everybody knows that I|'m a newsboy of the town You will hear me yelling "morning star" As I run
It's the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle belling And everyone telling you be of good cheer Oh, it's the most wonderful time of the
It's slowly maintaining now I tried to bring it back, but it's over somehow The static is silent, so I hear you're stable now Tired of progress, but only
Well, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst After a hard day of nothin' much at all Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass There ain't much
Where would you go? Not long ago I've been thinking out loud why so suddenly? Don't you know? Don't do it What you do, oh what you do to me Forever is
It's the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle belling and everyone telling you a??Be of good cheera?? It's the most wonderful time of
sentimiento Y llore, sobre sus ombros le llore Y uno no es menos hombre cuando llora Y usted no es quien pa reprocharme ahora Tu amor es periodico
I heard a rumour of a golden age and the stage is gettin' set I heard a rumour of a golden age the stage is gettin' set I heard a rumour of a golden
It's the most wonderful time of the year It's the most wonderful time It's the hap-happiest season It's the most wonderful time It's the hap-happiest
By the light of lamp I'll sit to type My notes on tab at my side I don't see the sun much these days Fluorescent tan covers my hide How much impact shall
Wir brauchten fruher keine gro?e ReiseWir wurden braun auf Borkum und auf SyltDoch heute sind die Braunen nur noch Wei?eDenn hier wird man ja doch nur
I don't know how street lights congregate These dark sidewalks, me in the garden state This question I'm asking, postcards I should be sending This direction
When I first laid eyes on you Well, the night just felt so odd You looked at me and the stars lined up So I thought I'd heard from God And I gave him
