Joan Osborne piosenki
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What If God Smoked Cannabis?
If God had long hair And a goatee, And if his eyes looked pretty glazed... If He looked spaced out Would you buy his story? Would you believe he had an eye infection? And yeah, yeah, God he looks baked And yeah, yeah, God He smells good, And yeah, yea...
What You Are
All the ladies on the lake they start to dance It's been a long time don't you wish you had the chance What do you wish you were? Do you wish you were the silence of the moon? Nobody knows but maybe you will be soon I used to think that the sidewalk was...
What you gonna do
You used to bury me, way underground I thought it had to be this way But I've been watching you And I get smarter every day Take the voices from your mouth I've got the key to this door I've learned to work the new machines I'm not afraid anymore What...
When The Blue Hour Comes
The good times are all gone The night keeps coming on so strong You cant hold on, no matter what you do Will there be someone who cares for you When the blue hour comes? When the blue hour comes? And when your restless heart Tears your world apart And...
Who Divided
I get into my car Turn the radio on Drive by your house, your window, your bed Since we've been over and done Ah, but your voice is still ringin' in my head Who divided up the days into hours The hours into minutes How could they really be that smart?...
Why Can't We Live Together
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why. Why can't we live together? Tell me why, tell me why. Why can't we live together? Everybody wants to live together. Why can't we be together? No more war, no more war, no more war... Just a little peace. No more...
Wild world
How will we stay on the sidewalk When there is no gravity Piece of paper floating upward But no one stops to see And you think that I'm the right one 'Cause I know just what to say And you ask me to convince you That you won't blow away In this wild wi...
Work On Me
The way a whiskey tingles downward The way a storm can boil a sea The way the summer makes everybody younger That is how you work on me! The way your freight train rocks the coal cars The way a river carves its bed The way a hand fits inside a pocket Th...