You are such and idiot You couldn't see That as I was going down I was bringing you with me So now you're drowning in the water And you're trying
When it happens to someone you know You say oh, no you say poor thing But when it happens to you You realize its more, it's everything You took
I hate you How your eyes have turned to ice No one hears my silent cries You gave me because of all your lies So take me And rape me That seems
(Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson, June 1997, edited June 1999) In Pandemonium the rebellious counsel aligned. As the great dragon arrives from beyond the
building down right before our eyes Kept the needle out of the red balloon Was he worried we might go too far Maybe wind up rhyming moon and June The
the springtime When all the flowers were in bloom And like the flowers our love blossomed We married in the month of June Our love was like a burning
[includes The Evil Prince] [Basic track: Record Plant, LA Probably c. May-June, 1976 FZ guitar, bass, keyboards, vocal, director of recreational activities
quite clear Oh, oh. Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin' I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin' All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns
already gone Everything's over I'm burning on One day in June One day in June I felt the hunger I ate the fruit One day in June And I don't like how
sets and what lies beneath Isn?t love, it?s the artificial company she keeps. We saw him walk across the moon, With a hand full of stars. We felt the loss in June
believing That you've come back again This Indian summer A snowfall in June Show up uninvited I'm leaving with you soon And I will Hold my tongue It burns
(June 7, 1969) 1. I feel the ocean swaying me ... washing away all my pains. See where I was wounded, Remember the scar ? Now you can?t see a thing ...
of names and a thousand faces One light, burning fiercely I was tired of January I was tired of June I felt a change coming I was tired of January Tired of June
light If only for that single night Sweet Desiree, you made it right Then came the fourth of June, On that sleepless night Well I tossed and I turned While the thought of her burned
(Robert Francis) Junebug, I remember everything. The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors, I held you in my arms. Junebug, I'd burn down a picture
Junebug, I remember everything. The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors, I held you in my arms. Junebug, I'd burn down a picture of a house, say
