Nothing can come close to this familiar feeling...we say it all without...
ever speaking
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Nothing can come close to this familiar feeling...we say it all without...
ever speaking
Conor Oberst / Cape Canaveral
Seit Sonntag eigentlich durchgehend 'Nude'
You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking
Wie wahr.
I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going mister in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a downbound train
She just said "Joe I gotta go
We had it once we ain't got it any more"
She packed her bags left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
And I feel like I'm a rider on a downbound train
Last night I heard your voice
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
You said your love had never died
You were waiting for me at home
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed
The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried
Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
Now don't it feel like you're a rider on a downbound train
If you ever go out to the circus
Where the Wallendas walk on the wire
I'll tell you a tale to remember
When the white horses leap rings of fire.
It was a cold night in Oklahoma
The show was about to begin
The animals, they were all restless
When the star horse she broke from her pen.
Now she was a mare of high spirit
Like a hooker on a saturday night
Kickin' and buckin' past the men who were brushin'
The elephants lyin' on their sides.
Close to the tents set a lantern
Dangerously next to the hay
That mare headed straight for those lantern
Some fool had put there by mistake.
Then up jumps this Indian Cowboy
With his lasso he whirled through the air
In the full dead middle of danger
He roped that run-away mare.
The elephants raised up their trumpets
Two of them broke from their chains
Stampeded that Indian cowboy
Who had saved the Big Top from flames.
So if you ever go out to the circus
Where the Wallendas walk on the wire
Remember that Indian Cowboy
When the white horses leap rings of fire.
Dizzee Rascal - dance wiv me
Und den hier mag ich auch, vor allem den Anfang, bisschen lang geraten alles in allem.
estelle feat. kanye west - american boy (mr gaspar remix)
http://prettymuchamazing.com/wp-cont...gaspar_rmx.mp3
st.etienne-urban clearway
wie kann man nur solch grandiose stadt-tracks schreiben?
deine freundin ist wie dein rap: sie zieht sich reizwäsche an und macht einen auf sexy aber guck dir ihre fresse an. h u doppel s, der whack mc mörder!
gleichzeitig mit ihm hier. in der schule lernst du zuerst das abc, ich bin k u r t du bist h u r e.
(achja: savas im januar in wien! alle auf landgang?)
kann nichts. wird selbst von eko zerfickt.