Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore line Cornered by the cactus and the pine Here I wander, where sweet sage and strange herbs grow Down a sun
wrong, The lawman and the renegade have graced a thousand songs. The story is an old one.Conclusion's hard to draw, But Claude's out in the sage tonight
has come for me to leave this world How I longed to probe into the guarded mystery Had to realise the best kept secret was my life itself Beware, you sages
Hear my song, which my breast opens me, To my hands can lay my heart into your palms of hand. My love, my love is mournful ship Sinked in the sea, in
girl Or the guy loses the girl or the guy gets the girl Well I found this song and it isn't about any of those three things This song is about two people
BSC, realer als Madrid netter als der Bundeskanzler dieses Jahr beim Kinderfest unser Sound hinterla?t euch erstaunt wie der Mount Everest Ihr hort hier den Song
als Madrid netter als der Bundeskanzler dieses Jahr beim Kinderfest unser Sound hinterla?t euch erstaunt wie der Mount Everest Ihr hort hier den Song
realer als Madrid netter als der Bundeskanzler dieses Jahr beim Kinderfest unser Sound hinterläßt euch erstaunt wie der Mount Everest Ihr hört hier den Song
- where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages oh Jerusalem is. 'neath an olive tree branch anyone can listen to the song of songs as the green
by: Sage Francis album: Sick of Waiting Tables label: Strange Famous Records (these lyrics are for the Sage Francis segments of the song. Sole's segments
Fuckin' doin' it This song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter It's about how drugs are the gateway to fun and flat laugh lines There's effort
WHAT? (ONE) something's got to give (TWO) something's got to give (THREE) something's got to give rrrAArrrrrggghhhhhhh... [Verse 1] Sage Francis
complex in Oedipus works for my momz I've heard of the song by the guy What's his face who say's those things I love that song I think its called ambiguity
(Chorus) Shes a fairy with broken wings I used to watch her perform And if she hears me I hope she sings songs That had me going right back Couldn't
...go out on a limb To find me...forget about him Forget about hymns...what are those psalms that you sing What are those songs that are in your head
judge, like I wasn't fuckin her Yes ma'am, no ma'am, get with the program Already had you bent over the desk singin slow jams Peace to the Molemen, Murs, Sage
me reprends comme un sage Tire un trait a cet effet en tournant la page Rien d'etonnant Soul est toujours dans la lune! Lui qui sans relache songe et
mais me reprends comme un sage Tire un trait cet effet en tournant la page Rien d'tonnant Soul est toujours dans la lune! Lui qui sans relche songe