How do I nicely tell Delaney to shut the fuck up and give Marlon the stage???? Delaney’s voice embodies cringe, but Marlon’s is amazing. Like if you agree.
There's a letter that I never sent That I wrote to your family Your mother and father, the people back home 'Bout some far distant tragedy Oh back when I took you away From the land where you had grown To a life up in these hills You and me, man and wife, alone Oo-ooo-ooh This letter's written with love Oo-ooo-oo-oo-oooh Oo-ooo-ooh And this letter's written in blood Oo-ooo-oo-oo-oooh And to the sound of a baby born The blue, blue eyes of a boy The cold finger of winter's chill No time to say goodbye A monster cries on the side of a hill A child walks through a field A woman lies in a box somewhere The letter gets written and sealed Oo-ooo-ooh This letter's written with love Oo-ooo-oo-oo-oooh Oo-ooo-ooh And this letter's written in blood Oo-ooo-oo-oo-oooh Follow me down to the garden Where life grows choking and wild Where the flowers are sickly, the flowers are sweet The horses they bend and they smile See fate, it is no sliding scale It is firm and it'll rip at the seams So throw your little coin down into my well See how much fortune it brings Oo-ooo-ooh This letter's written with love Oo-ooo-oo-oo-oooh Oo-ooo-ooh And this letter's written in blood Oo-ooo-oo-oo-oooh
Stay, stand in the door. Watch the world stop rolling round the floor Down, down to the ground Everything likes to float a while before it tumbles down Throw, throw, throw your money down on the bar Before this wheel stops spinning, you know you won’t get far It’s over, it’s over You’ll see how lucky you are Stop, stop fooling around Ain’t no room for joking in this town Try not to let yourself down When you’re up, you know you’re up When you’re down, you know you’re down And when you’re only halfway up, you’re neither up nor down Throw, throw, throw your money down on the bar Before this wheel stops spinning, you know you won’t get far It’s over, over You’ll see how lucky you are .
Great song! I think I've nearly figured out the chords for anyone interested. Capo 5 Verse: Dm, F, C, F then Dm, F, C, A7. Chorus: Dm, Dm, Am, Am A#, A#, F, C.
The so-called Aliens, UFO's, are demonic activities meant to deceive people, There is No Such Thing As Extraterrestrials - Open your life to JESUS CHRIST, start a personal relationship with JESUS CHRIST and you will be saved ! JESUS CHRIST SAVES - GET SAVED NOW
If there's no such thing as extra-terrestrials, are you implying that we, here on Earth, are the sole inhabitants of the infinite cosmos? Out of a literally infinite number of planets, life picked this one - and only this one - to exist on?
