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Senorita

Senorita[singing by India]Sabes bien que fue un enga~o lo que me hiciste fue un pecadoasi mismo me enga~aste (~ substituted for the spanish n)translation: You know well it was a liewhat you did to me ...

Full Throttle

I've got word of thanksthay that I'd like to sayfor the way that I feelthe way that I feel today.Got stacks, got stacksstacks of chips on my shoulderin everything I docos I made, I madeI made the ...

Pissing in a River

Pissing in a river, watching it rise Tattoo fingers shy away from me Voices voices mesmerize Voices voices beckoning sea Come come come come back come back Come back come back come back Spoke of a ...

LOVE-LESS

Midnight starLight the wayFor thoughts that changeLike night to day-And bless the courseThat runs in timeNo matter how for-shine my way.I've gotta need to be lovedYes i want to be lovedI gotta need ...

Tug Of Peace

It's A Tug Of War No No, Your Troubles Cease When You Learn To Play The Pipes Of Peace It's A Tug Of War No No, Your Troubles Cease When You Learn To Play The Pipes Of Peace What With One Thing And ...

Death Disco

What friends are forWhat friends are forWhat friends are forWhat friends are forWhat friends are forWhat friends are forPromises, promisesOld, tired, worn out, second hand sentancesOne thing, with ...

Jonah

Half and hour you change your strings and tune upSizing the room upChecking the barLocal girls unspoken conversationsMisinformationPlays the guitarThey say Jonah was swallowed by a whaleBut I say ...

St Augustines Pears

Matthew 7:7-8, Psalms 86:7Words & Music by Bob HartmanIn a corner with no windows - no apparent way to goNo escape hatch, must be some catchMust be something you don't knowLook down, look around, ...

Like Young

I'm out doin' the usual places, And I'm livin' it, like young! Then I dig me this face of all faces, She's the craziest, like young! She drinks coffee at Café Espresso, She reads Kerouac , ...

La Luna Nova

è il numero che hotriste camminareinutili perché;favole e bugieche parlano di Diostupidi soldatiche chiedono di meSolo nei giardini delle menti siedeil tempo che verràsiede chi ha perduto ...