Miles, and miles, and miles. Before we reach the sand. Cacti and cacti for miles.. miles of dry land, dry land. We gonna make it, ohh we gonna make it
Miles and miles and miles Before we reach the sand Cacti and cacti for miles Miles of dry land Dry land We gonna make it Ooh we gonna make it We gonna
from me and Ossie Davis, gray hair maybe Cause I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin I'm just twenty-some-odd years, I done lost my mother And I cried
am the mother, the father, the killer Forever and ever all right I am the shapeless, the deathless, remorseless Forever and ever tonight I'm feelin' hollow again I am the mother
all related governments To infiltrate a human lung and hike up off his tongue and lip Ahh... Money's in the market for a mother ship Double as a vessel
] One, two, one, two, three, four [Aesop Rock] Okay, tell me who you chill with and I'll tell you who you are I walk a mile with a leash attached to
I'll still feel the violence of the lines I cant stand my laughter as they cry My soul brings tears to angelic eyes And miles away my mother cries Omnipotence
So many miles it seems Nothing can come between, your life and mine Before the ink is dry I feel just you and i, inside my mind Love is the arrow, fly
order A physical man, I stand on land and water Fire and wind, I transcend physical borders My father is the son and the moon is his daughter My mother
(Ian Bairnson) I find this Paradise and rest beside a river No need to walk another mile It seems like everyone has everything that wishes could provide
we exist today. Speed toward our system, a million miles a day. Suspended in a frozen form, macrobiotics sleep. Colliding with our mother, evolution
i wandered miles in the rain i hunted miles in my old man's shoes i was singing i was singing songs my mother sang to me i hear where you're comin from
Understand once he was a family man So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the shit my mother hated I can't help but demostrate
Innocent games of unwritten spells as a child, animals are companions and mentors, and the moon my night side mother. No one understood them, few comprehend
[Andre Nickatina] Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a verse Or I'm Bobby Fischer but nobody cared to search Can't look my mother in the eye no mo'
mother's embrace Let the fiddle be warm as a smile Let the guitar be bright As a friend at your side When you're lost on a long lonely mile Let the
the music business is still run by men Like every business and everything But we can sing like a sonofabitch Make them twitch around their eyes Make them apologize He had a mean streak Three miles