Tekst :

I got my blues when my baby left me
By the San Francisco Bay
She s taken an ocean liner
And she s gone so far away
I didn t mean to treat her so bad
She s the best girl I ever have had
She said good-bye gonna make me cry
I m gonna lay down and die

I haven t got a nickel
Ain t got a lousy dime
If she don t come back
I think I m goona lose my mind
If she ever comes back to stay
There s gonna be another brand new day
Walkin with my baby
Down by the San Francisco Bay

Sittin down and lookin through my back door
Wonderin which way to go
Woman I m so crazy about
She don t want me no more
Think I ll take me a freight train
Because I m feelin blue
Ride all the way to the end of the line
Thinkin only of you

Meanwhile in another city
Just about to go insane
Seems like I heard my baby
The way she used to call my name
If she ever comes back to stay
There s gonna be another brand new day
Walkin with my baby
Down by the San Francisco Bay

Beyonce: Uh oh
Oh oh oh
Ooh oh
Ha ha ooh
Oh ooh oowowowowooh

All: Dance with me
You watchin me
I know you wantin me
baby dance with me
I want you dancing with me
Baby come and...

Yo dre man I take this bitch out to the movies and shit man were kissin
and grindin and shit so we hop in the back seat you know man this bitch
rubbin all over my dick and frontin like she s gonna give me the pussy...

Let me touch your skin
Let me see your eyes

You will taste this sweet pain
You will like to suffer for me

See the light in my eyes
Feel the razorblades on your skin

See your sparking blood
Let me drink your life

And in my world of temptation
I will wait for you
I...

Praeclarum
Custodem
Ovium
Lupum

All Saints Day, the taint of rain
Blood and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to Gille s men

Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside
Little angles out to pastume once again

Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and...

Sunset, expect
This to be your last with Our vast return
As Death is set
At three sixes where hill-beacons burn

Darkness, undress
Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
Blood-red, yet still unfed
Lips distend ending, time to falter