Biografia:
Allen Stone is an American soul musician from Chewelah, Washington, United States.[1] His website states that people describe him as a soul and R&B singer, yet he sees himself as a "hippie with soul."[2]
Read more on Last.fm
Outras músicas:
- The Bed I Made
- Sleep
- Alone
- American Privilege
- Another Breakup Song
- Barbwire
- Better Off This Way
- Brown Eyed Lover
- Celebrate Tonight
- Circle
- Contact High
- Extraordinary Love
- Faithful
- Figure It Out
- Freedom
- Give You Blue
- I Know That I Wasnt Right
- Is This Love
- Last To Speak
- Loose
- Love
- Million
- Naturally
- Perfect World
- Quit Callin
- Reality
- Running Game
- Satisfaction
- Say So
- Sex And Candy
- Shelter
- Somebody That I Used To Know
- Taste Of You
- The Weekend
- The Wind
- The Wire
- Unaware
- Upside
- Vibe With Ya
- Voodoo
- What Ive Seen
- Where Youre At
- Your Eyes
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Am
I know exactly where we're headed,
Adim/Eb
Science won't give God any credit,
Dm
And the church says as long the prophet said it,
C. E
It's good enough for the church to be fed it,
Am
There's four thousand different interpretations,
Adim/Eb
We disagree from Genesis to Revelations
Dm
We need to get to the core of the situation,
C. E
And stop bitchin' 'bout same-sex relations,
And the chapel says it's non-profit, yeah,
'Cept if the prophet wants a Benz, he goes and cops it,
And growing up wealth was never topic, no,
My daddy never had bread up in his pocket, oh,
And my tax dollars only teach abstinence,
'Cept half the girls I grew up with got pregnant,
Instead of scholarships, they got carriages,
Instead of chasing their dreams, they're chasing marriages,
And Martin Luther King (Jr.) had a vision,
So this must be a blind generation,
And it seems that we've become a nation,
Manipulated by the congregation,
And we will never find racial unity,
Unless we find equal opportunity,
Well, I will never rest for immunity,
'Cause I was born and raised in a Caucasian community,
The less-fortunate are run,
By their desires for these poisons,
Your meth, crack and heroin,
They are the kings of the underprivileged kingdom,
And there's a phantom epidemic in our nation,
And this phantom epidemic's education,
Entertainment and recreation--they take priority over shaping generations,
And what about the media?
Quit believing every single thing they're feeding ya,
The view of our political agendas,
Is swayed by political vendetta,
And I am just a son of illegitimates,
And I'm just another bitch with an instrument,
And whoring out my personal opinions,
And whoring out my personal convictions,
And, yes, I believe that the church is in crisis,
And, yes, I believe everybody's got their vices,
But the crisis that provoked me to write this,
Is I know the good I should do, but I always do the opposite,
So I should be the last to speak, yeah,
I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to,
I should be the last to,
Well, I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to speak,
Well, I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to,
I should be the last to speak.
I know exactly where we're headed,
Adim/Eb
Science won't give God any credit,
Dm
And the church says as long the prophet said it,
C. E
It's good enough for the church to be fed it,
Am
There's four thousand different interpretations,
Adim/Eb
We disagree from Genesis to Revelations
Dm
We need to get to the core of the situation,
C. E
And stop bitchin' 'bout same-sex relations,
And the chapel says it's non-profit, yeah,
'Cept if the prophet wants a Benz, he goes and cops it,
And growing up wealth was never topic, no,
My daddy never had bread up in his pocket, oh,
And my tax dollars only teach abstinence,
'Cept half the girls I grew up with got pregnant,
Instead of scholarships, they got carriages,
Instead of chasing their dreams, they're chasing marriages,
And Martin Luther King (Jr.) had a vision,
So this must be a blind generation,
And it seems that we've become a nation,
Manipulated by the congregation,
And we will never find racial unity,
Unless we find equal opportunity,
Well, I will never rest for immunity,
'Cause I was born and raised in a Caucasian community,
The less-fortunate are run,
By their desires for these poisons,
Your meth, crack and heroin,
They are the kings of the underprivileged kingdom,
And there's a phantom epidemic in our nation,
And this phantom epidemic's education,
Entertainment and recreation--they take priority over shaping generations,
And what about the media?
Quit believing every single thing they're feeding ya,
The view of our political agendas,
Is swayed by political vendetta,
And I am just a son of illegitimates,
And I'm just another bitch with an instrument,
And whoring out my personal opinions,
And whoring out my personal convictions,
And, yes, I believe that the church is in crisis,
And, yes, I believe everybody's got their vices,
But the crisis that provoked me to write this,
Is I know the good I should do, but I always do the opposite,
So I should be the last to speak, yeah,
I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to,
I should be the last to,
Well, I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to speak,
Well, I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to,
I should be the last to speak.
Allison Weiss
Allman Brothers (...)
Allo Darlin' (...)
Allstar Weekend
Ally Dan