Lirik Lagu Blood On The Frets - Speechwriters LLC
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Just another westside storyA California kid out to drink himself to glorious excess tonightI'm dressed to fight, and maybe get my shit together if it sets just right
'Cause I've been walking like a hawk with too much on my mindStaring at the clock and taking what I can findTo let the tension increase I need a tension releaseTo find some quiet for my head and not to mention some peace
So it's a no tie, bringing Y.O.B. affairPeople getting stupid and forgetting their caresIt's just a Saturday scene, you know what I meanI find some people in the crowd to stick myself in between
Soft-spoken, pot-smoking through the broken-down curlsBut I never hit my stride with the southern-fried girlsThis one's got a sun dress, the other's got pearlsNice and easy on the eyes but never rocking my world
And now I'm homebound thinking 'bout a girl that I shouldn'tStart to write a letter though I told myself I wouldn'tPine away for her, I'd pray for her, if I thought there was a GodWho'd let me stay with her
Did she get my last tape, did she think it was greatDid she kick herself again for not remaining my mateOr did she throw it away, get on with her dayAnd cuddle up against a lover in the usual way
My eyes are wet, there's blood on the fretsAnd something's telling me that this is good as it getsUntil the next go-round, I've got to slow downOr I'll be just another topic for the talk of the town
I got a brand new cell, but it's the same old hellI'm just a walking sack of sorrow with a story to tellBut in a city of shit, who's got the patience to sitAnd watch a broken-hearted emissary throwing a fit
The bile rising up in my throat's straight acidicMy record with the women like Ted's at ChappaquiddickIt's the wrong track, but you can never go backAnd now I'm down and out the mission with a head full of flak
It's
'Cause I've been walking like a hawk with too much on my mindStaring at the clock and taking what I can findTo let the tension increase I need a tension releaseTo find some quiet for my head and not to mention some peace
So it's a no tie, bringing Y.O.B. affairPeople getting stupid and forgetting their caresIt's just a Saturday scene, you know what I meanI find some people in the crowd to stick myself in between
Soft-spoken, pot-smoking through the broken-down curlsBut I never hit my stride with the southern-fried girlsThis one's got a sun dress, the other's got pearlsNice and easy on the eyes but never rocking my world
And now I'm homebound thinking 'bout a girl that I shouldn'tStart to write a letter though I told myself I wouldn'tPine away for her, I'd pray for her, if I thought there was a GodWho'd let me stay with her
Did she get my last tape, did she think it was greatDid she kick herself again for not remaining my mateOr did she throw it away, get on with her dayAnd cuddle up against a lover in the usual way
My eyes are wet, there's blood on the fretsAnd something's telling me that this is good as it getsUntil the next go-round, I've got to slow downOr I'll be just another topic for the talk of the town
I got a brand new cell, but it's the same old hellI'm just a walking sack of sorrow with a story to tellBut in a city of shit, who's got the patience to sitAnd watch a broken-hearted emissary throwing a fit
The bile rising up in my throat's straight acidicMy record with the women like Ted's at ChappaquiddickIt's the wrong track, but you can never go backAnd now I'm down and out the mission with a head full of flak
It's
