my own hands to take us to the moon I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy I'm crazy for
qualified service personnel" Let this be the epitaph for my heart Cupid put too much poison in the dart This is the epitaph for my heart Because it's
Should time allow us to describe our prowess It would be quite hard to overrate For we are the king of the boudoir old thing And the king doesn't like
go dancing There'll be time enough for talking in the home, my love There'll be time enough for sleeping when we're dead You will have a velvet pillow for
masters wont leave us Your not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
Übersetzung: Fields. Song For The Fields.
Our masters wont leave us Your not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
won't leave us You're not the only one Looking for your turn Setting off the fires To watch our bridges burn Burn Wait for me, hopelessly
rake, yeah. How many lives will it take before we can end this war? Bring Johnny home soon, he forgot what it was that they were fighting for. In fields
parents had their hard times fifty years ago When they stood out in these empty fields, in dust as deep as snow And all this trouble in our fields
remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Sunday morning and it's time to go Been raining all night so everybody knows Over to the field for
grind And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac, Richie Rich] Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got
-oh That girl, oh-oh That girl, that girl Now she won't buy my sex appeal Just an East Coast kid with a record deal I play her song, she plays the field
: Play the song. What do you get for trying? The minute you're born you're dying. The body is six feet down. The Lord says the soul sticks around
didn't grow on trees, grass wasn't green No lifesigns to be found It's like a soundscape of silence The final harvest has become with bare hands we sowed the fields
whole night through, Special songs for me and you, And anyone whose heart is true... There's too many stars for one sky to hold, Some will fall, others are sold, As the fields
again. That a friend of mine Would get ninety-nine years, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind. A crash on the highway Flew the car to a field, Turn,
Motown songs. Sometimes I think about him and I heard that he's a civil servant in Cork which is funny for a guy who used to sing Motown songs. Soon