Übersetzung: The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Calvin.
Übersetzung: The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Big Road.
Übersetzung: Road Trip Soundtrack. Lovin 'Machine [der Jon Spencer Blues Explosion].
Übersetzung: Soundtracks (anderen Tracks) Soundtrack. Right Place, Wrong Time [der Jon Spencer Blues Explosion].
's burning holes in me You're so very picturesque you're so very cold It tastes like roses on your breath but graveyards on your soul whoa hmm One spastic explosion
body Beginning to wind down Wind down, wind down and relax If you have any thoughts Just let them drift through your mind Like beautiful clouds Across a clear blue
mon propre format, B2O contre Foreman, He, j'fais dans le paranormal, J'vis dans un micro-climat, explose l'audimat, j'fais Mike Alpha Lima Du blues,
my heart is spinning like a wheel, Only she can see the way that I fell, Eyes are holding right across the room, High explosion coming out of the blue
: I want to tell you a story Once upon a time There were five young guys Hanging in and out of Newcastle, Playing Rhythm and Blues They had nothing to
humping wildflower Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera [Verse Two: RZA] Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing blue
my body needs It needs Louise Louise Gonna break my heart, gotta make a start Gotta get it together with Louise Ooh Louise Queen in blue jeans, Boppin
: If you don't know y'all better recognize (scratch) Das ist der ... Vergewaltiger-Blues, yeah, fur alle crews, yeah ...Retrogott...aha Wow, deine Wackness
: (feat. John Spencer Blues Explosion) Yo, be for real I was buried on a battlefield I was buried on a battlefield Located near Israel The rest of
to studio one ?Cos D?s my nom de plume you know but 3?s my pseudonym And around my neck you know I wear the sony budokan Indigo blues you got me in my
I want to tell you a story Once upon a time There were five young guys Hanging in and out of Newcastle, Playing Rhythm and Blues They had nothing to
[After about a minute of mixing] [Bomb explosions, gun shots] (You know what you be?) [Fatal] You be like the type that come at me And shoot one at
[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
the floor Little kids daydream of humpin' wildflower Hanna Barbera faint, I'm ridin' no Rivera Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearin' Blue
