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Ghetto Heaven

The Family Stand

The Dance Years: 1990

2009

ghetto heaven

Ghetto heaven 
I need a little ghetto heaven 

Nana likes brandy, especially peach 
She keeps it by the radio 
And listens

nerobíš trendy
Tebe by nešla karta ani kebyže robíš trendy
Prosím ťa pozri sa na mňa
Ja som nikdy nerobil trendy
Aj tak mám shows, aj tak mám to
Čo nemaju

Twoja jazda nie interesuje mnie
Zresztą tak jak jej jazda
Bo bardzo dobrze teraz czuję się
I wcale z niej nie jest taka gwiazda
Świat przewrotny jest

of Brandy in the morning would feel so good, and lift all this weight from my mind
Well, I don't know what to do, but to get to you I know we got to keep

voice is breaking will I ever speak 
No words
Minutes turn to hours as the mundane turns to hell
I burn

Falling under
Suffer ending
What is left to be

day
Dedicate all that's left to unlearn these teachings

Convinced it was my fault 
You pushed me away
On a path controlled by guilt
I won't let this

a guitar
It would inspire all of this
So I dedicate this song to Jimi Hendrix
He will live on through the millions of kids he inspires like myself

on that
Well fantastic ya body now healing
Plasma ultra filtrate
Filter ya blood
Filter by ya kidneys
What does that mean
Its telling you that its not waste

Solitude
I consign my energy so
Gratitude
May come fill my soul

Certitudes
No theories of reason can
Dedicate the rules
Of this mystic world

As I

Belong Nowhere

Fatima Mansions

Lost in the Former West

1995

You flee the spawn of grubby lies
At one with graveyard dust and shipyard rust
Too loose to trust
You'll heal so much faster
If your homeland is your

Tell me you’re right 
I never wanted a fight 
But you’re boring me 
With you’re so called misery 
I never cared 
For the likes of you my friend

Ghost Rider jede tmo-ou
Dlouhej trip před sebo-ou
Černý nebe nad hlavo-ou
Jestli chceš, můžeš se mno-ou
Tam, kam ostatní nemůžo-ou
Přes oceán i souš

Bitch slintá na mý Brandy, a
Mladí zmrdi jsou trendy, a
Projíždím v noci městem
V autě hrozně vibrujou bedny, a
Je mi fajn, ale skoro by mi
Nevadilo,

Brandy, mamma het 'n Gin we nailed to the TV, let the game begin
Biltong in a bakkie, yskoue biere, the Bokke are led out by die main ou Siya
You can feel

Little girl in holland goodbye goodbye
I must leave you darling don't cry dont cry
Sailing on the ocean where clouds go by
You can hear my song ringing

By steadily avoiding
Anything that's rash
We can try to save up
A little bit of cash

We didn't buy a motorcar
As others might have done
Unlike

Pije sobie Brande (pije Brandy)
Przez to jestem dziś zajęty (abonent niedostępny)
I myślę o jednej z dziewczyn
Która nadała co
Która nadała sens mi

He's my boy toy, lover & major crush
I love my baby cuz he gives me a rush
He's as sweet as sugar candy
He's got my heart wound up by a string
He's

A Clown and His Pipe

Hands Like Houses

Ground Dweller

2012

There’s better ways for us to waste our days,
Than returning stares that we borrowed for too long.
For too long, swallowed up by an empty page.

So It Goes

If Hope Dies

The Ground Is Rushing Up to Meet Us

past the darkened veil pulled over our eyes
We will make the world at large
Recognize our cries

I will dedicate myself to reclaiming the disputed

The Cycle

Zandelle

Twilight on Humanity

senseless to me
A logic that I cannot see
To know your existence is governed by time
Can drive you to insanity

[Repeat pre-chorus / chorus]

Living in this

Under (the) moon, spring time still to come
"If I keep questing, I may find some settling!"
Jack-in-the-Green show me your droll face of wood
Look

Love life I do
Do you love life to
Such a joy to be here
Where living life comes free

East to west in that effect
We all expect the very best
But in

perversion you’re sold

While there’s nobody who’s perfect
You’re as close as one can get
And no wrinkles drawn by time
Can make us change our minds

Hear us