S. Ozan
S. is 83 years old.
She is the Bass Guitarist of Frek Antoni.
S. is located in Tallinn at Frank Underwood Hotel TAL.
S. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
Angels and Sailors
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Song Details
Angels and Sailors is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Vivace. The music is earth shaking and the lyrics are incredible. The song was written 6/11/2018 by S. Ozan. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
88 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Blues |
| Owner: |
Frek Antoni |
| First Revealed: |
6/20/2018 |
Dominant Instruments
Bass Guitar
Electric Guitar
Piano
Special Lyrics
Dreams watching each other narrowly
soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages, stripped
out to get liquor and clothes
half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
made to undress in the wilderness.
I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.
Always a playground instructor, never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He manouvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rie
Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad, dead in a car
Confusion
No connections
Come 'ere
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me?
Eat me
This way
The end
I'll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only show me Far Arden again.
I'm surprised you could get it up
He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt
Haven't I been through enough? she asks
Now dressed and leaving
The Spanish girl begins to bleed
She says her period
It's Catholic heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion.