to give eachother tatoos baby it never ends its only you and i everyone else is someone new the memories are not important nothing matters except me and you we hav guitars
poor And there's a mighty judgment But it won't be long, but I may be wrong You see, you see, you hear these funny voices In the Tower of Song, oh yeah The guitar
. Every other night, it was converted into a hula school with a live band of six Hawaiian guitars. I decided to soundproof my place but I didn't hang
its true hey there delilah dont you worry about the distance im right there if you get lonely give this song another listen close your eyes listen to my voice
I heard a human voice who sang like no one else I heard a proud lady singin' loud Lived her life as she liked, didn't give a damn But soon she found she
lost generation Shaking off praise, so humble man Shattering expectation You're relevant right now More so than you were yesterday Seventy seven broke Your voice
s just livin' off of someone else City lights, my dear Are looking oh-so-pretty from that hill She goes 'Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.' And these voices
she'd been his finest hour And all he has left of her is the song He first saw her standing by her cabin door Her song was ringing out in a voice so
I went to punk rock high, the school of rock I got an electric guitar to compensate my small cock I got a high squeaky voice like a mouse in a can And
she'd been his finest hour And all he has left of her is a song He first saw her Standing by a cabin door Her song was ringing Out in a voice so strong
year You are the voice inside my head I can?t believe that you got me here Stop the bus and turn the radio up high And grab the first guitar you see
sands of your diamond desert And all around me a voice kept saying it said this land was made for you and me This land is your land... [ ac.guitar ]
guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was ooh... dark and rich like wild berries. The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red! The guitar
me singing this song You see what my mouth can do And you wish you were the one I was doin' it to And you watch me playin' guitar And you feel what
And ain't to proud to sleep on your floor tonight With blind faith of Jesus you know that they just might Rockin' in the U.S.A, hey Voices from nowhere And voices
be them" But yes, it?s Salt-N-Pepa on the mic again Here to let you know how the rhymes just go When it?s time to pick up the microphone And let the voice
hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettin' big, and my posse's gettin' bigger Some voices got treble, some voices got bass We got the kind of voices
And that there love that could a never end And now it is time to hail the whole of them Me love me Mickey V. him in a category Robin on guitar him just