Jazz Funk
Incognito lyrics
Incognito lyrics
"On the Road Pt 1 Lyrics"
American Eagles Lyrics
Eagles American eagles America sings Of her wings In the sky Eagles American eagles America's strong Just as long As they fly (Give us some) More bombers to attack with More bombers till th
Eagles American eagles America sings Of her wings In the sky Eagles American eagles America's strong Just as long As they fly (Give us some) More bombers to attack with More bombers till th
(J-P. Maunick / G. Sanctuary / J. Kerouac)
A broken man, bottle in his hand
Wishes he could stop the voices in his head
He walked the line, till the line got so fine
He didn't even know he'd fallen on the other side
One minute hot, the next you're not
And the world that you know becomes a stranger tomorrow
Just like the man with a bottle in his hand
Who wishes he could stop the voices in his head
So we travel on the road
Chorus: Is there someone else you want? Are you playing with my heart? That's what they say, they say The word is out on you Heard you're out there doing your do That's what they say, they say (rina) How do i begin? I hea
And we don't know where we're coming from
We travel on the open road
And we don't know where we're going to
I know a man eyes always closed
Lost in his dreams, where it all came to pass
Up on a stand, like Dizzy and the band
Where the beat always drops and the music never stops
There came a day when he finally awoke
To find the line broke and his dreams all sailed away
I know a man, bottle in his hand
Wis
The Dead Next Door Lyrics
Watch the sky For a reason why I'm safe here Sunday it was part Monday it was none Monday was none For the dead next door One pair of silent terror reins And we're the dead next door The heat of the day fades away
es he could stop the voices in his headWatch the sky For a reason why I'm safe here Sunday it was part Monday it was none Monday was none For the dead next door One pair of silent terror reins And we're the dead next door The heat of the day fades away
So we travel on the road
And we don't know where we're coming from
We travel on the open road
And we don't know where we're going to
It's the beat generation, it's BE-AT,
It's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart,
It's being beat and down in the world,
And like old time low-down, and like in ancient civilisations,
The slave boat men rowing galleys' to a beat, and servants spinning potte
Kinda Low Lyrics
Got that thang that you need Uncut and spreadin' the seed And when you're feelin' down Look, we'l be around Splish, splash we water your mind Never serve ya till it's time We will supply
y to a beatGot that thang that you need Uncut and spreadin' the seed And when you're feelin' down Look, we'l be around Splish, splash we water your mind Never serve ya till it's time We will supply
The faces!
There's no face to compare with Jack Mingus who's up on the bandstand now
With a coloured trumpeter who out blows him wild and dizzy
But Jack's face overlooking all the heads in smoke
He has a face that looks like everybody you've ever known
And seen on the street in your time
Sweet face, hard to describe, sad eyes, cruel lips, expectant gleam
Swaying to the beat, tall, majestical
Waiting in front of the drug-store, swaying to the beat