Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids Black and white TV with the sound turned down Is it mono or stereo? Lending aneurysm satisfaction in the Fruitless
(elliott / sylvester) Spread your wings, I'm all set Trans atlantic westbound jet Heading out to jfk I'll play my guitar along the way It's the only
[I. Sleeping Wide Awake] Once, not so long ago I lived far below Where you are I didn't even know Home was far away I was sleeping wide-awake Breaking
Kool Savas Parts Du kannst stundenlang trainieren, jeden Tag furs Battle proben Und nach einer Line von meiner Seite schweigen wie ein Toter Ich schluck
Fallen angel in the crowd Drags her heels over the noise Lays down at the roadside of regard A canyon in my broken mind Echos deep inside the vale There
Pet sounds filling pet peeve void's black and white tv with the sound turned down is it mono or stereo? lending aneurysm satisfaction in the fruitless
The atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how... The clouds above opened up and let it out. I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
(Elliott / Sylvester) Spread your wings, I'm all set Trans Atlantic westbound jet Heading out to JFK I'll play my guitar along the way It's the only
Is it really happening? Is it really going to be? Is it really happening? Is it what our minds can see? Is it really happening? Is it really going to
And as the summer turns its head Cowering to the ground At night the winds abate to the chase Tomorrow to be found A whisper of such tenderness Peels
Coming out of the night - stepping out Where the winds are warmer It's a sudden alright - coming out of the night Coming out of the night - stepping
[Solo] Blow them down - stir up this mess Make them think their leaders have become possessed Rock the house - send pestilence Send the whirlwind down
The wind is blowing softer now My eyes are still a blur With remnants all around me I survey the ones that were They were strong and tall They stood so
So you think you're in control? Yet another gloomy day unfolded Pushing panic from your door One boss - one lie - one world order Old classics are long
The place she called home was high on a hill, way up in a big house under the trees Day's in the sun she's seen by the river, reading a book, feeding
[Glimpses of Nirvana] In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing
Catch your breath as you watch your step Head spinning round as you hit the ground Present tense time is of essence Hold the second hand going round the
Down from the mountain top - to the river Your deep blue secret meets the sea bed Down from the skies - now face your forgiver Your deep blue soul is