Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Lyrics
Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros Lyrics
"Yalla Yalla Lyrics"
Blinded (Single Version) Lyrics
I remember things about it, hoping every day you'll call. This can't be, I expected to see, I am human after all. Can't believe that you were fooling, always sounded so sincere, I can't look back, as a matter of fact, I'm still sad that you're not here. Someone scream, it's a terrible dream, it's all a b
I remember things about it, hoping every day you'll call. This can't be, I expected to see, I am human after all. Can't believe that you were fooling, always sounded so sincere, I can't look back, as a matter of fact, I'm still sad that you're not here. Someone scream, it's a terrible dream, it's all a b
Well, so long liberty
Let's forget you didn't show
Not in my time
But in our sons' and daughters' time
When you get the feeling
Call and you got a room
Meantime, we're cutting our hands at the ke-bab shop
In the streets of fear
Forgetting all out best tai-kwon-do moves
On a barrel of beer
We trying to get a signal on a Ragga F.M.
Do the D.T.I., bust CNN
Sucking the wine right outta the vine
Spitting it out again
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Drive, drive, drive
Distance no object, rasta for I
Never Get Old Lyrics
Better take care Think I better go, better get a room Better take care of me Again and again I think about this and I think about personal history Better take care I breathe so deep when the movie gets real When the star turns round Again and again He looks me in the eye says he'
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lahBetter take care Think I better go, better get a room Better take care of me Again and again I think about this and I think about personal history Better take care I breathe so deep when the movie gets real When the star turns round Again and again He looks me in the eye says he'
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya on the Bayou
Kool Moe Dee was in the treacherous three
There's old school, new school and Brownie McGee
Going underwater to explode
Now night is falling on the grove
You can but dream
And I hear
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya on the Bayou
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
There's jumbalaya on the Bayou tonight in the grove
Well, so long liberty
Oh happy day, oh happy day When Jesus washed, oh when He washed When my Jesus washed, He washed my sins away Oh happy day He taught me how to walk, fight and pray, fight and pray And in rejoicing, in rejoicing every, every day, every day. Oh happy day, oh happy day; When
Not in my time
But in our sons' and daughters' time
When you get the feeling
Call and you got a room
Meantime, we're cutting our hands on the ke-bab shop
In the streets of fear
Forgetting all those best tai-kwon-do moves
On a barrel of beer
Trying to get a signal through from Ragga F.M.
Do the D.T.I., bust CNN
Sucking the swine right outta the vine
Spitting it back again
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Groovin', lets cut out of the scene, go groovin'
Drive, drive
Distance no object, rasta for I
Somebody got a visio
Christ Is Calling Lyrics
Well my car won't start and my heart don't work my brain don't work and I can't stand the pain. Christ is calling, so just admit that you have fallen He's called you out of the world He's given swine fine pearls, Christ is calling You want to do it yourself, put God on the shelf, gonna work real hard
n of a homelandWell my car won't start and my heart don't work my brain don't work and I can't stand the pain. Christ is calling, so just admit that you have fallen He's called you out of the world He's given swine fine pearls, Christ is calling You want to do it yourself, put God on the shelf, gonna work real hard
From a township, from a township window
Through a township window
Some crazy widow dares to have a vision
Starts seething, like
Seeming like a homeland on the plain
Not in focus yet
Seeming like a homeland on the plain
Not a focus yet
I'm groovin' with a free syle nation
And maximum density
And I say
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Jumbalaya on the Bayou
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Yalla, yalla, ya-li-oo, whoa
Yalla, yalla, yalla, ya-lah
Only to shine, shine in gold, shine