Lyrics:
Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down
Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound
I was a boy
Guitars：Red Air （张晖凯）
小提琴 Violin：陈小美 / 袁依梦
铜管 Brass：Leon lin
录音 Recording：郑兆麟
混音 Mixing：郑兆麟
母带 Mastering：郑兆麟
统筹 Overall Planning：胡阳小雪 / 王智明
企划 Layout：王智明 / 杨怿
The blossom so bright
Cherry filled my sight
Air light with a breeze
Petals and the leaves
Float by (the) babbling brook
Brighten the corners here
finger lickin', front porch little guitar pickin'|Sweet tea and apple pie, country girl by my side,|So right it can't be wrong, wanna hear y'all sing
and the end
I feel the need to walk with my guitar in my hands
Through the street still lightened by the
Rays of this dying sun
When the shades are coming down
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
guitar
Have a beer and drop a dime in the blind man's jar
The blues sing softly in the air like a Sunday morning prayer
Just one more drink and you'll
that don't mean a thing
When those guitars start to play
Oh, sweet sounds of freedom
Ringing through the air
Sending out a message to us all
We
No way out
Don't look by my story.
No air confessions, whatsoever
but can she forget?
nothing's for ever
since yesterday she's a little bit colder.
was young
You had “the voice”, Angelic
Like a guitar strum
Something like a epiphany
Sparked in me she gone be mine
One day you’ll see
Past Niggas just
a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go
Such as the guitar
With air quotes
Or the orchestra
And the bubble
Inspiration
It's hard to come by this day
Were in a bubble
So who's to inspire
It's
the air, and he put it all up to fate
Then he went to his undertaker and he said It's all right
It's gonna be a sloe one
Lionel Scott lived by the side
written by Carlos cscanio
Lyrics by Carlos cscanio
crrangements Carlos cscanio
Vocals: Carlos cscanio
Guitars: Carlos cscanio
Keyboards: Carlos cscanio
Vocals
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered at Brownwall Studios by Nick Nunziata
And we're souls touched by sight.
And the guitars play
On Mars Zorg is blown away
He records everythin' you say
Lost in another age
Watchin' patterns
Blowin'
the sky
Moment has arrived
Sceptics start believing
When they taken by surprise
Large and in charge
Salute me like a sarge
Stealth in my green
High grade
secular, moments are mine,
Self is illusion, music's divine.
Noosed by the strings of jimmy's guitar
I swing purple hazed pendulum
Hypnotizing
The angels got together in
The Great Throne Room
Thought they'd pass some time
By pickin' a tune
Michael on guitar, Raphael on mandolin
And Gabe, he
[Guitar ]
Well they say she has a CB and she's on the air
And she goes by the handle of the Lady Bear
She never gives a ticket and she works at night
guitar and play a new song for them
I'm ready to slow down
To the steady rhythm of a rocking chair where the only thing heavy is the evening air
Homemade
Hand in the pocket it's a Glock in the coat
Thinking bout days when my heart wasn't broke
Crackers on my ass on talk to them folks
Henny In the air
We put up our tent on a dark
green knoll, outside of town by
the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel
and her
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