Spoken word. Have ya heard? What's it all mean? What does it really mean? What is it? What exactly is it, is it poetry? Is it prose? What is it,
Tradução: Bif Naked. Intro (OKENSPAYORDWAY.
Tradução: DARP. Baby, Baby.
Tradução: Vicente. Paraíso.
I see now the dream is so clear, forever real... A needful thought cast upon the brow This living flesh for which I call A vision unfolds, I see
their dreams? Got a taste for blood. Psychopathic fiends Black is black, night is day, reborn again, can't you hear them prey? Torn apart, numb and pain a
seed A lasting presence inside my mind At last a presence a contract signed All around me once despised Could see the world now through his eyes A
A rotten soul spread out and forgotten I have seen inside the lies Forever lost and bloated at sea The Jezebel that is thee Put your hands together
The R.C.M.P. - Well, they have a duty The R.C.M.P. - To protect themselves The R.C.M.P. - But they break the rules The R.C.M.P. - That they're supposed
m comin' Maybe you'll difference me And I'm so used to being a coward It's all I've ever been I quit before I win I'd like to keep cutting I'd like to
passer Z'on q'ua passer les lachos Zonka passer Ils ne r'ont pas d'vieux os (Bis) Tu ferais mieux de revoir les plans La-dedans y a quelques chose
au grand air, Le cou serre dans l'truc a m'sieur Debler, A moins qu'un soir, un mahoutin, un costaud, Nous r'file un coup d'son surin dans la peau.
a cote d'Greta Garbo, Browning, Browning. A l'ecouter, on d'venait bete. On n'avait plus qu'ca dans la tete, Browning, Browning Et nous pensions "Marre a
en plein c?ur... C'est a Hambourg, a Santiago, A White Chapel, ou Borneo, C'est a Hambourg, a Santiago, A Rotterdam, ou a Frisco... C'est a Hambourg
sa vie." Elle est r'tourne' dans son Pigalle. Y a plus personn' pour la r'pecher. Elle a r'trouvee tous ses peches, Ses coins d'ombre et ses trottoirs
: Tout comme je traversais l'avenue, Quelqu'un s'est cogne dans ma vue Et qui m'a dit a brule-pourpoint : "Vous connaissiez la p'tite Marie, Si jeune
grand, aux epaul's magnifiques, L'air d'un sauvagage, un peu craneur. Il avait decroche mon c?ur Comm' ca, d'un sourire ironique, Le soir, a l'heure de
