: where are the rebel plans, Luke?
where are the rebel plans, Luke?
: I sing the praise of honored wars of glory and of kings The bravery of soldiers, The joy that peace can bring The captains on their way home, The ribbons
ship explodes Everybody still want to fly Some say a man ain't happy Unless a man truly dies, oh why? Time, time, time Baby make a speech, star wars
girl. Only...She didn?t know it. And he would watch her, as she walked by. And her cotton dress, would dance in the wind. And her eyes held the stars.
So many stars, so many bars! Outer space is quite the place, even from afar! Out there I've humped millions and felt no shame Never excluded the old or
your light My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio You gave them all those old time stars Through wars
faces stare me down They call this the right side of town But still I can't complain On the other side of town People are sleeping on the ground Fighting wars
world Yo, celebrate the new life New ways to make money New ways to break dummies Forge they name and take money Computers ain't that smart Whatever man built could be taken apart Anything new can get old
space bed.....we gone get married in june....we gonna be getting down on the moon, light years interplanetary forms on the get down star wars interplanetary
up my mellow my man Can I ask you couple questions 'bout the whole dang plan? Why the wars? Why the death? Why the burning crucifix and the rest? So much drama so many stars
At the Star Wars, Star Wars Cantina! The weirdest creatures you've ever seen-a. At the Star Wars, Star Wars Cantina! Music and blasters and old Jedi Masters, at the Star Wars
drive to make it, you'll reach a place called success Can you hear me? Dat one yah a fi di ghetto youth dem Yo, star this a murder, man, a ghetto youth
slowly Sent through the rhythm work out the story Move over glory to sons of old fighters past, Young christians see if from the beginning Old people
Victory won in a world of Hennessey and guns Too young for the marches but I remember these drums To start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours
mornin' The niggers were waitin' in a big long line You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man With a picture of Star Wars painted on the side
Saw Star Wars at least eight times Had the Pac-Man pattern memorized And I've seen the stuff they put inside Stretch Armstrong (yeah) I was Roger Staubach