They write pure poetry. Late Night tip was played at every highschool party i attended.
I've been listening to this Three 6 Mafia / Hold Steady mashup of Doe Boy Fresh / Stuck Between Stations for a while:
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/download/43000-the-hood-internet-abx-doe-boys-and-fresh-girls-in-america-three-6-mafia-vs-the-hold-steady
QuoteThey write pure poetry. Late Night tip was played at every highschool party i attended.
I guess we hold two different definitions for that word. ;)
I couldn't get Google translator to work for this. Yet I can read La Monde.
QuoteI couldn't get Google translator to work for this. Yet I can read La Monde.
;D
This is easier to understand than those lyrics.
When that Aprille with his showres swoot
The drought of Marche hath percèd to the root,
And bathèd every veyn in suche licoúr,
From which vertu engendred is the flour;
When Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Enspirèd hath in every holte and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe course runne,
And smale fowles maken melodie,
That slepen al the night with open eye,
So pricketh them natúre in their coráges:—
Thenne longen folk to go on pilgrimàges,
And palmers for to seeken strange strandes,
To distant seintes, known in sondry landes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Canturbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seeke,
That them hath holpen when that they were weeke.