(feat. Holocaust) And the city did sink into the depths of the sea, And the inhabitants there over drown. Sparks frightening and there were exceedingly
Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today... Imagine there's no countries
Picture of the moon You gave to me that night. The stars were out to play, The moon was shining bright. If only I had known That it would end so soon
Non so ancora se sara al mattino di pomeriggio oppure a tarda sera se sara inverno oppure primavera ma di certo me ne andro leggero come un aquilone
a blue moon Something comes along Once in a blue moon Someone like you comes along Once in a blue moon Something good comes along Once in a blue moon
All the faces are dressed up in blue, And there's not a lot I can do, Conspiracy, 1973, At the age of 32, All the dreams I had, all the visions that
sorg dafur dass deine harten Boys am Strich stehn wie Thais/ ich bring die Scheisse ins rolln, Mistkafer-style/ Okay, jeden Tag auf Partydrogen, Party mit Imagio
mains s'unissent prennent place gars On peut tracer dans le moove meme a douze meme sans le flooze, Des blanches blues on peut depasser, eviter le blues
without citing references Crazy ill kids fill me like placebos But I don't pull steel like Magneto I'll leave you black and blue like Max Rebo Offa my
monde On vit pourtant ses dechirures, ses rires Ses pleurs, ses frustrations Ses coups de blues, ses blessures Ses trahisons, ses passions Oh Quand le miroir nous renvoie l?image
with stress in my hands A bad young man from the Lefrack lands They say I got an attitude, that's rude Because I walked over Elvis' grave in some blue
's a little red, my collar's blue I sip a little coffee, and I drink a little booze 'Cause I'm an all American country boy I'm my daddy's spittin' image
the Crys' pop Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday [Nas] 5-8 with double-X-L pen saggin blunts draggin But never lived well, imagine, a felon
Step towards your death Your only claim to fame The bullets hit you sideways And nothing looks the same When you lay down in the sand The final image
time I start to feel defensive I remember vinyl is expensive! [Producer 3:] Would you agree to do an interview? [Barbra:] Maybe one! Dot by dot, building up the image
Knock, knock, who is it? I'm back, stop the gimmicks I pop pop the biscuit and shut down your businesses They wanna white-wash scan-copy my image While
the flames in my inner fire higher I reinvent the language in the image of a dancer Contorting where the floor becomes an answer Blue school graduate
