[the sound of someone tuning out of a radio]
[The sound of someone tuning out of a radio]
: Lost the confidence to write a song, So I found three simple chords And held them together with my weak voice On an out of tune guitar My father gave
Darkness incarnate Demons in his semen That once clung about the throats Of children dragged from cellars to his rooms Now permeate the castle All who sleep
dem go tief out Pumpkin and Head a likkle piece a brains peep out Mek mi see your hands from nuh gal yuh never eat out Mi baby mother vex, a last night mi sleep out
thunder, I wonder How come it rains but the sun is out? The Devil's upset with his wife They must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out What
another day, Kthulhu I am calling for you Just another day, An empire has fallen from view You sleep, you sleep Follow me You sleep, you sleep You cannot
: (Intro: Wyclef Jean) Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant
was jolly and jittery I waited for their wagons until well after dusk That night, while I was sleeping I was awoken by a cold eerie wind Looking out,
cold Will you not forget me, forsake my soul ...Low-spirited is my song, downhearted my tune... Beyond enchanted sea, wistful is my sleep Darkness by
Down Like Yeah (Yeah) Somebody Say Yeah (Yeah) Check It Out Check It Out What Check It Out Check It Out Check It Out What No You Check It Out Check It Out
yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out
: Bad news, bad news, Come to me where I sleep, Turn, turn, turn again. Sayin' one of your friends Is in trouble deep, Turn, turn to the rain And the
Eyelids but heavy sheets Ignorant bliss and The bloodshot secrets it will keep Pills if you wouldn't mind Clouds of vapor to stretch out the miles Hung
: I said to the doctor: "Can you help with my mum?", and he said: "oh, your mumy is out of tune'', tonight wig party at the central corridor,
don't sleep at night Walkin' the floor, feelin' so blue Smoke cigarettes and drink coffee too You're the reason I don't sleep at night I'm bettin' you're not losin' sleep
You niggas sweet as pie like this is a bake off I love Nicki's curves, swing at the baseball I beat your brakes off H-H-Hi, I'm Tune', salt in the wound
again I know its crazy out there I hated sleeping around I went out looking for love And never liked what I found Don?t pay to make it alone God knows it?s lonely out