around, to sell sell their art to the town On a Saturday, public forum marketplace Everyone can have their say, all the people have their say Salamanca
Son las 4 de la tarde, amanece un nuevo dia ya no te hablas con casi nadie por culpa ay de tu melancolia. Dicen que son tus colegas los que te llevan
: Son las 4 de la tarde, amanece un nuevo dia ya no te hablas con casi nadie por culpa ay de tu melancolia. Dicen que son tus colegas los que te llevan
Baby, baby let it flow child. It's the tingly, brilliant sensation below now. The butterflies in our guts make it alright, (Give 'em) bricks, cocktails
Motherfucker, I see through your death rays And you can't brainwash me you fucks! Stone cold busted! Not my head, not my lawn...
Howdy, son--you can't fuck with me, I'm untouchable, dig? Black gold pumpin' through my veins, Child, we'll give you a smile, a thumbs up Promise you
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Oh, see us withering away? Breaking apart at the seams... The Great Sarcophagus takes advantage of the decline... Dollars, decay--on its reeking breath
Lap it up, strap it on! Run it in, Does it feel so right? It shits, It eats, It sleeps-- He's a man-eating swine, child-- Soul eater, extraordinaire--
Oh my God, Pennsylvania's an inferno! Watch it fall down to the ground! Oh my God, Pennsylvania's an inferno! Everyone look what's goin' down...
[written by Phillip Price, for Penny (1987-1999)]
Today, they buried a good man. It got me to thinking about all of the worthless shit The plastic people worry their lives away with. Man, life isn't
Pieces pierce the flesh, another drops to the floor Trembling words from years worth of damage. Pick up the shards and slab. Never an encouraging word
Now, I lay me down to sleep Ooh, I just can't find a beat Flash light, oh, I will never dance Flash light, flashlight, flashlight Oh, it's no use Flash
lui C'etait un jardin sous la pluie Salma ya salama je te salue ya salama Salma ya salama je reviendrai bessalama Salma ya salama je te salue ya salama Salma ya salama
Na areia di Salamansa Mi ma bo so ta anda' Mar brabo ta tchora' Nos destino desigual Dexa'm nina-bo bos lagrima Sorri pa mi criola Nha coracon ta fica
Its crazy but often clear often clear.. We shimmer and disappear In color in black and white black and white.. We slowly fade out of site but these days
