There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
You look different every time You come from the foam crested brine It's your skin shining softly in the moonlight Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly
Got no place to be No one's needing me My girl just said we're through Love was here to stay Only yesterday Today my world is blue So show me to where
The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top Snow is softly fallin' The air is still in the silence of my room I hear your voice softly callin' If I could
C'mon It's more 2 a song, jewelry and clothes More to a nigga'z life than, money and hoes The game is a lot bigger than you, think you know And if you
Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) Father, yes, I am a prisoner Fear not to relay my crime The crime is loving the forsaken Only silence
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) My son, instead of crying be strong Be brave and comfort your mother Don't cry for the tears are wasted
Mientras la ciudad aun a las cuatro este encendida y haya un lugar que te distraiga por ahi, un humilde lugar, un pequeno lugar. No digas no que
My hopelessness keeps me company at night Our arguments are something we can't fight And in my heart I know this isn't right Were still holding on for
Honey sweet apples, they're rotting away Millions of people never start in the race There's stuff on our plates that has not been alive Someone pays full
I don't ever wanna see you cryin' And I don't ever wanna see you blue, oh no All I ever wanted to do was know you And maybe hope you could know me too
(myles goodwyn) Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi I don't wanna talk about it anymore When there's nothin' goin' on, and somethin' should be done
This is just our little memo To remind you of my demo Put in the mail a week ago Haven't heard it on the radio Good mornin', song seller I suppose we
I wrote a letter the other day To a girl who I feel for Bitches come and get some I know, you want to come and get some I saw you at the Odyessy You
Two weeks we were lovers Now you feel left behind Shall we be like others? Don't think it's wastin' time Now, we'll be good You knew we would I still
Well, I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women But not enough to give them my name
Be careful in life and you'll see The greedy live off you and me This is the code, we can break history But the greedy still fear you and me So get out