June arrives, rumored days Days of willing it to be In the nest futures hatch It's such a lovely thing to see Oh my God Like an angel wound What fortune
Traduzione: La Chiesa. Giugno.
im that strange feeling you get everytime you walk into church gettin lost in my verse sure i'll wake up soon blackout in january, wake up june id dive
[Verse 1:] In all black with the hard bottoms Cop the daily news, skimming through the car columns Making my way to the Pentecostal Church of Ebenezer
They used to make me go to church clip-on tie, starchy shirt I never heard the preachers words all scrouched down in that pew these days goin' to church
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked
One step up and two steps back Bird on a wire outside my motel room But he ain?t singin? Girl in white outside a church in June But the church bells
[June -91] While we may believe our world - our reality to be that is - is but one manifestation of the essence Other planes lie beyond the reach of
[text and music by Nattefrost June '92] [originally a ChildMolesters song, pre-Carpathian Forest] Bleed!! "Ou du guds lam som bar All verdens synder
old boys And their idea of fun Is being in a gang called The Disciples High on crack, totin' a machine gun Time Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church
designed to fail We were designed to fail we were all designed to fail This is the reason he created seasons So we can all learn when our leaves fall In June
we were home returning we danced with bright goodwill, To Martin Moynahan's music at the cross at Spancill Hill. It was on the 24th of June, the day
Sittin' on the front porch on a summer afternoon In a straightback chair on two legs, leans against the wall Watch the kids a' playin' with June bugs
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill It was on the 23rd of June the day
[Talking] Yeh, you wild man, you wild That's no place to meet a nice girl You wanna meet a nice girl you gotta go to nice places Like church, the library
[E.S.G.:] June 3rd, the day I was born Lil' nappy head nigga, t-shirt all torn Mama dropped out of school, in the 8th grade Kids across the street, they
watched and wondered If they would last. I tried to tell myself, put it in the past. And that June, As I was the organist at our church, didn?t you know
