can never earn But the poor damned souls who made Mozarts money, still got money to burn Yeah, the poor damned souls who made Mozarts money, they still got money to burn Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
And the harvest piled up higher than high All in the fall with winter coming on All in the fall with winter coming on Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
the morrow And leaves them staring from the ground And the feeling the feeling that you're hollow Is just the trumpet before it sounds O you Islands.... Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
waiting for the good humor man, waiting for the good humor man. I am waiting oh I am waiting for the good humor man. Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
no races,strive no strife Just live on a farm have one dear wife One good dog and that is that One good dog and that is that Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
king Every spring kill the king Oh you never reached it, did you? Oh you never reached it, did you? No, you never reached it, did you? Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
you keep the feel of grass beneath your feet and when you seraphim embrace now, does the blood rise in your face Raphael? Oh, Raphael, Raphael. Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
long you can stand Living with a snowman It's a white rage It's a blank page -Blizzard It's the mind of winter, One last drunken -Blizzard Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
with his "Hey, darlin'" and a feedcap And the big trucks roll by They shake the ground like thunder But there's nothing flashing under The Main Street sky Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
like a crow Sweet October and the mountain roads are empty now And I'm coming home Sweet October, everything comes down Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
than I do Well I never go visit my mother Like my father and my brother do I can't stand the constant traffic On Belmont Avenue Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
The blue of the vineyard And gold of the grain Right across that river Candles flicker If I didn't know better I'd call it a dream Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld
Traducció: Hugh Blumenfeld. Què hi ha a la meva ment?.
Traducció: Hugh Blumenfeld. Pel fum gratis.
Traducció: Hugh Blumenfeld. Flint Niggaz no es juga.
Traducció: Hugh Blumenfeld. Thugged a terme des dels Cub Scouts.
