: Meet me on the moon very very soon Meet me on the stars Jupiter and Mars Fly me to a star Burning out in space shining on my face Fly me through the
: (Bowie) Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue His words of
: giraooregistrazioni? isroui ah scusate ok hehe one... ah minghia adesso non so piu quando e la verita 'zzo e? vado adesso eh? Dieci baronetti come
: (Instrumental)
: heeee, Baba ni congo (m'ba) heeee, Baba ni congo (m'ba) heeee, baba ni congo (m'ba) Heeee, Baba ni congooo (m'ba) anye antato Allah ma, Allah bena
: Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you You name the "Esu", baby, I'll name the glue You name the "spongy-funky", I'll go on and name it tooMollymollymolly
I've seen them kneel with baited breath for their rituals I've watched this experience raise them to pseudo higher levels I've watched them leave their
Honey, just allow me one more chance To get along with you Honey, just allow me one more chance Ah'll do anything with you Well, I'm a-walkin' down the
While riding on a train goin' west I fell asleep for to take my rest I dreamed a dream that made me sad Concerning myself and the first few friends I
"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one?" "I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If?in you don?t know by now An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter anyhow When your
I ain't lookin' to compete with you Beat or cheat or mistreat you Simplify you, classify you Deny, defy or crucify you All I really want to do Is, baby
Go away from my window Leave at your own chosen speed I'm not the one you want, babe I'm not the one you need You say you're lookin' for someone Never
Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that
Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges soon"
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in this sand? Yes, an' how many
Ramona, come closer shut softly your watery eyes The pangs of your sadness Will pass as your senses will rise The flowers of the city Though breath like
Unlike most of the songs nowadays Have been written up town in Tinpine Alley That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays Now this, this is
