Lyrics:
I've made
John walked in to challenge me
On the court where I go to sleep
We began to play the game
Surprised by my game
Didn't know squash was my
mind be flying so free
I'm in control of everything
My life is like a lucid dream
I'm in paradise my lonely days and nights
On this island
Surrounded by
countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kissar in
For most of my life you have been there by my side
When I hid in my basement, when I laughed and I cried
You helped me face some things that I feared
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
Down to the empty hall where the dance was once long.
In the troubled night how many loved their moments of grace.
Over the expanse of the lonely
the front of the queue so we skipped in. It was a good night, everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl. I thought she had been quite
At the lavish banquet last night
A vision of strangeness and fright,
A lady in short chiton, through smoke,
Memories never had to revoke.
A prelude
The following night came without problems
We got the lid closed just in time
We continued our trek through the murky swamps
Eating our share of mangoes
John said
By the night ocean, alone on the sand
A strangeness in motion as she takes my hand
Pale blue in starlight, we spin through the waves
Under the pale
Got me on another side
Freeing myself from the pressure
I do some modern shit they hate
I pull up at night
Just to show some respect
Now they call me
I'm chillin' south side
It's a clear night
Know i'm being from above by a thousand eyes
Wonder where we go when we die but
It's a big life
Gotta try
Beneath a windblown light I'd seen something go by
I felt a strangeness in heart I'd seen the blood in my eyes
She looked at me, but I just turned
night by candlelight in Hardin's favorite bar
She'd be hanging on his arm and very late they'd leave there
Headed for the Goose Hair glad it wasn't far
without the primo beats
And it hurts my soul
I'm a warrior so though the odds is against a nigga, Dirk gon' choke
Some people confide in the person that
John Is Dead (In Memory Of John Lennon)
New York City, it´s December the eighth.
A monday evening. Santa Claus, he´s quite late.
And Christmas time
Kristin: there was a girl named pike.
Pike was different from the other kids in some ways.
She had huge yellow teeth which jutted out from her face,
The fox went out to the chase one night
Prayed to the moon to give him light
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o
in the corner
Just screams Freebird all night long
Whose God is this?
Won't somebody take him home?
Whose God is this?
He's down there all alone
this disgrace
You could see every night
By candlelight in Hardin's favorite bar
She'd be hanging on his arm
And very late they'd leave there
brown crows caw in the sky
The sun casts rays long and cold and days go quickly by
When winter's icy touch comes round and leaves start to fall
Snow
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
Confusing strife has got me moving on into the light
A youth in flight showing and proving how we do with mics
We rips at night sho nough improving
on the city lights
Collapsin' on the upbeats or relaxin' for the night
He steps into a crazy hotel, the desk clerk hands him soap-on-a-rope
What does he mean by
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