St. Louise Is Listening Soul Coughing

missing She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes I got to box her for the money, said it might end Reeling and stubling, I've got to bump around a while You don't use words like that, St

Buddha Rhubarb Butter Soul Coughing

missing, She's widely known the only maquereau that pays her taxes, I got to box her for the money, said it might end up Reeling and stumbling, I've got to bump around awhile You don't use words like that St

Screenwriters Blues Soul Coughing

400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television and the radio is

Sleepless Soul Coughing

400 horses over blue lines you are going to Recida to make love to a model from Ohio whose real name you don't know you spin like the cadillac was overturning down a cliff on television and the radio is

Louise Howlin' Wolf

"Louise, sweetest girl I know Louise, sure the sweetest girl I know Come all the way from St.

The Slightest Touch (Almighty 7'' Radio Mix) Louise

can't get enough Turn the voltage up The slightest touch and I go crazy with desire The slightest touch Could bring me to my knees Oh watcha watcha touch 'Cause I'm a real live wire Your slightest touch is

Louise, Louise Big Bill Broonzy

Louise, you the sweetest gal I know Louise, you the sweetest gal I know Yeah, you made me walk from Chicago, baby, Down to the Gulf of Mexico Now, look a-here, Louise Now, what you tryin' to do

Undivided Love Louise

I'm gonna give you my Undivided loving baby You'll feel it body, mind, heart and soul Come on and give me your Undivided loving baby You'll taste the sweetest love You've ever known Say you don't know

Is Chicago, Is Not Chicago Soul Coughing

A man drives a plane into the Chrysler building Saskatoon is in the room Poulsbo is in the room Bennetsville is in the room Palmyra is in the room Is Chicago Is not Chicago Is Chicago Is not Chicago A

Louise Dean Martin

Every little breeze seems to whisper Louise Birds in the trees twitter Louise Each little rose tells me it knows I love you Love you Every little beat that I feel in my heart Seems to repeat

Louise NOFX

She gotta silicone cock sticking in her ass and one in her cunt A butterfly vibrator straped tight to her clit But who's got the remote control That would belong to louise She's got a new pet a real vaginal

Louise Maurice Chevalier

Every little breeze seems to whisper ""Louise."" Birds in the trees seem to twitter ""Louise."" Each little rose Tells me it knows I love you, love you.

Louise Let Go

Serenade The night runs out As the moment fades we're wearing down Celebrate I don't know how I can keep this up, keep you around As long as it tastes so bittersweet I'm sorry Louise I didn't me it Louise

St. Croix Family Of The Year

A boy from Florida, took a trip to the Caribbeans Umbrella in his daiquiri Sipping, listening to Bob Marley He came to get away, he came to get over it Sunglasses and his radio, Chilling, and a head

Moon Sammy Soul Coughing

There is a wall. Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there. But that's OK, that's OK, you can do thatif you're wound up, full of tension, incoherent.

Mr Bitterness Soul Coughing

There is a wall. Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there. But that's OK, that's OK, you can do thatif you're wound up, full of tension, incoherent.

Louise Bonnie Raitt

Louise Paul Siebel Well they all said Louise was not half bad It was written on the walls and window shades And how she'd act the little girl A deceiver, don't believe her that's her trade

Louise Linda Ronstadt

written by Paul Siebel Well they all said Louise was not half bad It was written on the walls and window shades And how she'd act a little girl A deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade Sometimes

I Miss The Girl Soul Coughing

Is you am a dog? Is you got a dog? Is you am a dog? Hold closed the jaw. How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness?

How Many Cans Soul Coughing

Is you am a dog? Is you got a dog? Is you am a dog? Hold closed the jaw. How many cans must I stack up To wash you out of my mind, Out of my consciousness?

Unmarked Helicopters Soul Coughing

Whoses song id that remembered at random serpentane Foofetic coils emerging Some other thought is thinking This light stands above the houses on the ground This illumination visited upon the whole land

The Idiot Kings Soul Coughing

Everything is going up. Everything is going as planned, yeah. Everything moves along. Everything is fine, fine, fine. Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering.

Screenwriter's Blues Soul Coughing

Everything is going up Everything is going as planned, yeah Everything moves along Everything is fine, fine, fine Oh I could be Condemned to Hell for every sin but littering I could Slip on the East River

300 Soul Coughing

Lifting me up like a garage door I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition And I need for you to be reasonable How much?

White Girl Soul Coughing

Whose song is that remembered?

Pensacola Soul Coughing

Oh pride is not a sin, And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart With my checkbook to get you some.

Collapse Soul Coughing

I must accumulate Well the soil is rich Competition fat Ripe and vulnerable Oozing from the slats And too cash-heavy, bloated Sitting there all puckered up Index of numbers is Scrolling upscreen, scrolling

Blame Soul Coughing

Blame Is the cure Cure anything Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down Broad Latitude Broad latitude Throw the rudder down Throw the rudder down

City Of Motors Soul Coughing

Man pulls the door but the door is locked. Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs. Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs. Dull bright morning and the tools are gone.

Misinformed Soul Coughing

It is like a burden to the beat, to the long gone. I was once misinformed about your intentions. Were you right to burn the rock star? Were you right to drop the roster?

Not the End of Time Louise Hoffsten

(Larson / Hoffsten) I'm tired of it listening to it you whine all night long so sad and boring keep looking for a good reason you can blame things on didn't know you could fall so low like crying to Barry

Super Bon Bon(Propellorheads mix) Soul Coughing

Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise.

Super Bon Bon Soul Coughing

Some hand is motioning to rise, to rise, to rise.

Soundtrack To Mary Soul Coughing

All my time is Dirt on your hands. Fingers drifting Down my spine now. Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall. Soundtrack to Mary. Many minds wandering from room to room.

Bus To Beelzebug Soul Coughing

Get on to the bus That's gonna take you back to Beelzebub Get on to the bus That's gonna make you stop going rub a dub Your words burn the air Like the names of candy bars Your mouth is cold and red All

Maybe I'll Come Down Soul Coughing

better state, she feels a better fire And oh I dreamed a great parade, shooting all the guns in Brooklyn The man who had a spare held out two and then you and then you took one Freeze or burn, all else is

Fully Retractable Soul Coughing

these things please tell me throw out the la-la by the busload Match the photo to the description I do indeed and shall continue Dispatch the shiftless man to points beyond and spieling so ceaselessly is

Lazybones Soul Coughing

Cameraman sways to remember how the eye dances, drunkenness is a hand-held scrambling down Delancey I come stumbling; well I hear you had to take a shine and firing at random, I hear the rays fell upon

Paint Soul Coughing

And that which is Ugly and feeds on The Law comes into the conference room singing federal jargon. Their necks are covered in chocolatey growths.

Rolling Soul Coughing

up, to keep it warm I'm rolling I know you got it but you got to go I'm gonna get into the batter so the mix might glow I hate to do it, but I did it though I'm gonna bite into the body like the risk is

True Dreams Of Wichita Soul Coughing

in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air Down to home And you can stand On the arms Of the Waynesburg Bridge Crying Hey man, well this is

Louise The Human League

But her eyes were still so clear He drank his coffee and he hurried out Across before she walked away Then he approached her like a little child Too scared for what he had to say "Hello, Louise

Louise G?ard Berliner

jour de la foire aux chevaux Et qui a pris soin de son âme Et l'a bercée dedans son lit Qui l'a traitée comme une femme Au moins une fois dans sa vie Le bois que portait Louise

Louise HARVARD

Whole of my break I know what you thing "You are the andther one" Everything passint thing You'll not remember Whole of my fake You don't know what I think "I just feel to you, too" Everything pa...

Louise Robbie Williams

rough But her eyes were still so clear He drank his coffee and he hurried out Across before she walked away Then he approached her like a little child Too scared for what he had to say "Hello, Louise

Louise Michael Wendroff

Louise (Words & Music By Michael Wendroff) She was a keno-girl in 'Vegas Lived illegally in Spain Had to lay low down in Mexico She's been known to change her name She go-go danced in Denver

Louise Human League

little rough But her eyes were still so clear He drank his coffee and he hurried out Across before she walked away Then he approached her like a little child Too scared for what he had to say "Hello Louise

Louise John Lee Hooker

Louise, you the sweetest gal I know Louise, you the sweetest gal I know Yeah, you made me walk from Chicago, baby Down to the Gulf of Mexico Now, look a-here, Louise Now, what you tryin' to do?

Louise Canned Heat

Hooker Louise, you're the sweetest gal I know Louise, you're the sweetest gal I know Come on ………………………………. down to the Gulf of Mexico.

Louise Paul Revere & The Raiders

Girl, you thought you found the answerOn that magic carpet ride last nightBut when you wake up in the mornin'The world still gets you uptightWell, there's nothin' that you ain't triedTo fill the em...