Jazz Funk
Incognito lyrics
Incognito lyrics
"On the Road Pt 1 Lyrics"
The Tender Trap Lyrics
You see a pair of laughing eyes And suddenly your sighing sighs You're thinking nothing's wrong You string along, boy, then snap! Those eyes, those sighs, they're part of the tender trap You're hand in hand beneath the trees
(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 roadPreciosa Lyrics
Yo se lo que son los encantos de mi borinquen hermosa por eso la quiero yo tanto por siempre la llamare Preciosa yo se de sus hembras triguenas se del olor de sus rosas por eso a mi tierra riquena por siempre la llamare Preciosa
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You see a pair of laughing eyes And suddenly your sighing sighs You're thinking nothing's wrong You string along, boy, then snap! Those eyes, those sighs, they're part of the tender trap You're hand in hand beneath the trees
(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
Yo se lo que son los encantos de mi borinquen hermosa por eso la quiero yo tanto por siempre la llamare Preciosa yo se de sus hembras triguenas se del olor de sus rosas por eso a mi tierra riquena por siempre la llamare Preciosa
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
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Un Papel Morao Lyrics
Kuando los punkis nos vamos de martxa no te enamores tonta del aba kada imperdible ke llevo en la txupa es el recuerdo de algun follon, Si ves a los punkis pasar no te enamores, tonta del aba Si ves a los punkis pasar kon su vomito sozial. Pasa
es he could stop the voices in his headKuando los punkis nos vamos de martxa no te enamores tonta del aba kada imperdible ke llevo en la txupa es el recuerdo de algun follon, Si ves a los punkis pasar no te enamores, tonta del aba Si ves a los punkis pasar kon su vomito sozial. Pasa
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 pottey to a beat
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