There simply aren’t any lyrics to share. His acclaim comes from his guitar work and compositional creativity in improvisational and experimental settings.

You have this habit of turning up in Budapest, Suez, Nicaragua

You think you know me but you haven't got a clue

And murmured vague obscenities

You know me, I'ma wear my heart on my sleeve / Like stains from the coffee beans

Będę nagrywał te tracki nawet jak zdobędę już ten Rolls-Royce Wraith / I będę miał nieruchomości na Pacific Palisade, Pacific Palisades

She said, "Sugar is sweet", she come a-rappin' to the beat / Then I knew that she was hot, she was singin'

Mighty nice little town, Albany. They've got the state capitol there, you know.

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus

I saw boys, toys, electric irons and TVs / My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare

She won't be rich or beautiful / But she'll be walking your streets / In the clothes that she went out and chose for herself

I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back / Until things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black

Lookin' right, lookin' like all the stars are fated / I remember the night I was so frustrated

C’est payé, balayé, oublié / Je me fous du passé

A tear of petrol is in your eye / Quick let's make love before we die

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Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears / The auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years

We've come a long long way together / Through the hard times and the good

L'ha bevuto tutto / Non é fatto male / L'aqua fa male / Il vino fa cantare!

But used-to-be’s don’t count anymore / They just lay on the floor till we sweep them away