(Van Morrison) I shall sing, sing my song, Be it right, be it wrong. In the night, in the day, Anyhow, anyway, I shall sing: La la la la la la la la
?E la bianca notte mediterranea scherzava colle enormi forme delle femmine tra i tentativi bizzarri della fiamma di svellersi dal cavo dei lampioni? (
J'ai appris a jouer la guitare Avec la methode Ogino Emerveille par l'art pour l'art Comme une poule devant un megot J'etais deja un petit barbare Qui
I don't like you and I won't pretend to now I'm gonna get you out of my way and into another How I ever trusted you, I will never know And it all seemed
Now I don't know much about anything But I know we're both completely crazy All we talk about is how things used to be Try to get together, try to talk
you gotta be defensive with your life You gotta be like Bush and take pre-emptive strikes And the boys from the hood are always hard Let alone in Mogadishu it's a mastered art
um 10 mit Dogs unterwegs Nebenjob: "Gassi gehn" Keule Ich mache Vodka aus Wein Google den Tag meiner Geburt Gib Hiroshima ein Ich singe: Bam Bam Ba Dam
hard as it may seem As it may seem Show me what it means To live out all your dreams But I can't do this on my own This is the art The art of being alone
Emcees with five figure deals and never got up on the stage yet Knowin' that they styles haven't properly aged yet Consider these, casualties in the war between art
smoking crack in the back waiting for you feet slide and heat slide and breeze before me making trouble out of junk feet slide and heat slide and singing
have to do nothin', the rapper's start smackin' you Maybe I should just give you a taste of reality Welcome to my art show Its not about a salary Take
staring at my grandfather clock inside my room It'll never miss a tick-tock, it strikes everyday a noon Every hour on the hour, it'll sing a tune Every
flashbacks I played a part of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city Defunct, and apparently examinin' famine, I'm a Volatile strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe Sing
prettier Than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears But we can run with scissors through the city fair Or situate the nuzzle with the subtle art
I'll lay me down tonight Much further down Swim in the calm tonight This art does drown (What follows) me as the whitest lace of light (Will swallow
gonna get on down? The Cosmic Force The Cosmic Force Chitty-chitty-bang-bang, we are your main thing You listen to the song that she is gonna sing-sing
rip 'em up The Lion King's in town, boy, it's murder on the sound boy So line your favorite cottage rappers to sing it Like Keith Murray; my Def Jams
is of and by the people? I believe in an art that cannot be compromised. I believe that I will endure, and I will overcome. And I will sing it until