redrum And murda mo I can feel some Dumb idiots, hideous, fiesty, insideous Some say I'm the prettiest thing No need me rapping? Fuck that! Wind
silent through it all I'd be a lonely man If these old walls could talk They stood every storm Those long, cold winter nights They kept us warm Holdin' back the rain Not even the winds
Jeanne burns / billie holiday He was lanky and tall as a beanpole And he wind fanned my heart to a flame As he looked to the sky And there's no wonder
away, rode away Rode away, rode away We stole the love from young girls in ivory towers We stole autumn leaves and summer showers We stole the silent wind
before I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the raven never more But the raven, never flitting Still is sitting silent sitting, above a painting silent
of nature We are made from the earth At the end of my eighty I'll return to the dirt Just sand, just rock Dry land, vast and silent Only being, only
as a summer just like the rest Hopeful and filled with emotion Lovers enjoying their sweet conquests Pledging undying devotion He felt the warm winds
say nothing at all What about the things we never mention? What about the things we never say? Will we wind up targets of affection? Turning silent, the silent
it, put a fucking man in their place, Bitch, im great, for goodness sake, I ain't got a queue 'cause they know my face, Glance at my watch tryin' to wind
sea All the love shall burn During mention of this war They can't resist there's nothing they can do to me Inside this silent wind I must remain inside
jealousy presents a cure I recommend you take your things and check them in Look at the nervous wreck I'm in, I need my second wind, Say What? [Chorus
Tonight I can feel the cold wind at my back I'm flyin' high over gray fields my feathers long and black Down along the river's silent edge I soar Searching
was here with me now On Highway 29 The road was filled with broken glass and gasoline She wasn't sayin' nothin', it was just a dream The wind come silent
in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
books in the studies of men Born on the breeze and die on the wind If I was an artist who paints with his eyes I'd study my subject and silently cry
[Dell] Dell, murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory
low humming underground Hear the skylark in the dell The wild world is speaking Let?s go to the well Sometimes my heart feels like a dandelion Seeds scattered in a careless wind
darkness be closin' in I'm motivated, with the howlin' wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin' that your end is beginnin' Swift silent