Streets lyrics
Streets lyrics
"Turn The Page lyrics"
Canzone Per Sarah lyrics
Bambino mio, ti porta il mare, ti culla l'onda, ti veste il fuoco. E calde le tue piume, chicco di grano... nuvola sottile, piccole mani; e l? dove sarai ti porto il mare, se il mare ? asciutto, il mio dono ? pioggia... Ma dormi il tuo riposo, e ti dar? il vento, se il vento ? tempesta l
That's itBambino mio, ti porta il mare, ti culla l'onda, ti veste il fuoco. E calde le tue piume, chicco di grano... nuvola sottile, piccole mani; e l? dove sarai ti porto il mare, se il mare ? asciutto, il mio dono ? pioggia... Ma dormi il tuo riposo, e ti dar? il vento, se il vento ? tempesta l
Turn the page on the day, walk away
'Cause they're sensing what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But I don't know 'em
Or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting
I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show yer face on TV, then we'll see
You're can't do half, my crew laughs
At yer rhubarb and custard verses
Yer rain down curses but I'm waving,
Yer hearse is driving by
Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed
Garage burnt down, the fire raged
For 40 days and in 40 ways
But throu
Harbour LeCou lyrics
Greenspond is a pretty place, and so is Pinchard's Island Mom will buy me a new fur coat when da gets home from swilin' Here he comes as white as ghosts Children and their little boats Women in their petty coats Down from Petty Harbour
gh the blaze they see it fade Greenspond is a pretty place, and so is Pinchard's Island Mom will buy me a new fur coat when da gets home from swilin' Here he comes as white as ghosts Children and their little boats Women in their petty coats Down from Petty Harbour
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Their figure emerges from the wasteage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After 6 dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
5 years older and wiser
The fires are burning on fire, never tire
Slave warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing, hear the strings rising
The
At The End lyrics
"At The End" When you're away, I'm feeling empty I lose my mind But when you're around, I take for granted Most of our time Honey you say that I'm cold And sometimes I'm out of control Baby, you know how I am, at the end, you're always mine I don't mean to when I hur
war's over, the bells ring "At The End" When you're away, I'm feeling empty I lose my mind But when you're around, I take for granted Most of our time Honey you say that I'm cold And sometimes I'm out of control Baby, you know how I am, at the end, you're always mine I don't mean to when I hur
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like Geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bull ring,
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new babys born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
Cos it may well be yer final day
And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say
I produce this using only my bare wit
Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat,
Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
Get all applications into before the deadline
Cos it's a fine line between strife or crime
And a life of crime
The Hunger lyrics
Wayne Watson What shall we do with this Jesus Out of control people screaming "crucify" But they can't tell me why What has He done--Name His transgression Tell me His crime--That He should die Sisters and brothers caught up in the hunger Mothers and fathers quick to make claim for the b
Wayne Watson What shall we do with this Jesus Out of control people screaming "crucify" But they can't tell me why What has He done--Name His transgression Tell me His crime--That He should die Sisters and brothers caught up in the hunger Mothers and fathers quick to make claim for the b
But you will reach the day, and it's all mine
You can take it or leave, I shake
And reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker
Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the law judges over all of us
Cos in this place you'll see me
Brace yourself, cos this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Be brave, Clench fists.