feet People get up If you wanna be lifted up If you wanna be looking up Do you wanna be ready To take a stand, put your hand up If you wanna be waken up
Traduzione: Williams, Joy. Up.
curse the sky, hit the ground What goes up comes tumbling down Jimi show me how you play that thing Elvis will I ever be a king and Jerry all the joy
house havin' nasty dreams! Good girls neva' give it up But anything is possible ,if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles,found my way through the maze Then joy
by Jon Williams (Almond Productions) & Glacia Robinson GRM. Instrumentation: Jon Williams BG Vocals: Glacia Robinson, Joy Beaton, Clive Warren Mixed by: Jon Williams
(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'Weep
(by Joy Williams & Jeremy Bose) We built a tall, tall tower towards the sun, towards the sun took some words and built a wall between our love, between
what i need i'll say a capo, a lemonade, a dollar fifty a big bathtub, prosthetic feet, diana ross' role in mahogany so i can hang out with billy dee williams
(Williams) One, two, three, four Give me the beat, boys, Give me the beat, boys. Day after day i'm more confused But i look for the light through the
room is filled with (Love signals) love signals Now there's So many of us have little faith and insecurities And so many of us so easy to give up on
nurse's hand Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary ! In the secret shadow of his chamber : the youth shut up from The lustful joy shall
time when I met the girl joy bryant If I ain't get the number xxxx I'm a die trying Venus williams keep callin but I'm trying to miss her Sorry love I'm just tryin to serve up
Written by David James and Lana Williams I sit and wonder How my life would be If you were here with me What a beautiful fantasy Early in the morning
the dawn Spent the morning fishing fried? m up by noon Spent the evening kissing near the southern moon Chorus And it?s like Joy riding in a 57 coup
PEACE WILL (E) COME. WHEN THE BLACK CLOUDS ROLL AWAY, AND THE SKIES ARE BRIGHT AND GAY, AND THE GUNS ARE SILENT ONCE MORE, AND THE BOMBS NO LONGER FLY, FROM THE PLANES UP
peace will (e) come. When the black clouds roll away, and the skies are bright and gay, And the guns are silent once more, And the bombs no longer fly, from the planes up