"L'ho addormentato nella culla e l'ho affidato al mare, che lui si salvi o vada perduto e mai piu non ritorni da me". L'hanno detto giu nelle cucine;
la pluie Nous joingnons nos visages Au-dela des reels Mon amour avec toi, Allez viens on s'arrache, Allez viens on se crache! Evades, Clandestins
Qui s'envolent par vent debout, a bord de ce transatlantique Qui fend l'eau desinvolte et fier, Loin du champagne et d'la musique, Un clandestin fixe
Il est tellement maladroit Prudemment, il planque son nom Il ne veut pas le gaspiller Il n'utilise plus qu'un surnom Deux ou trois fausses identites {Refrain:} Clandestinement
J'ai dans la tete une passagere clandestine Dont je ne peux pas denoncer les desseins Un peu plus chaque jour elle m'assassine Moi qui n'ai jamais fait
Dark clouds of chaos Summons the king of fear Forces of Agharthi come forth Behold the Sumerian tears The abbey of dark where Awaiting the stormy sea
Step inside yourself and emerge Enter a realm of worlds There is more behind, more to find You're living through eyes so blind Embedded in hollowness
(Lyrics & Music: Andersson) Excruciating sickness the reprisal of your sins you stand and weep incurable sides infecting all parts of your skin you feeble
(Lyrics by hakansson; Music: Andersson) The awakening of the gods the rising of the souls here I lie tied to my bed awaiting the coming of ghouls I close
Clandestinely Exhumed After Midnight A Cryptic Autopsy Is Being Performed The Corpse Is Lied On The Gravestone Semi-Decomposed And Deformed Inexpert
(J. Hamel) Walking past one, Do you want to try for Ottawa? Let's keep heading north, Where the sun doesn't boil. Five blocks past falling, Bricks and
(W.B. Yeats/J. Hamel) I will arise and go now, And go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, Of clay and wattles made. Nine bean rows will I have
(J. Hamel) Four and sixty years ago, high in Dunlavy's Castle, Stood and lady and maid, in the light of a fire, Making ready for a run. Four hundred men
Come my own one, come my fair one, Come now unto me, Could you fancy a poor sailor lad, Who has just come from sea? You are ragged love, you are dirty
A farmer lived in the North Country, Hey ho, bonny-o, He had daughters one, two, three. One was as bright as is the sun, And coal black grew another one
Well, Jenny's a sweet young body, Jenny's seldom dry, Draggled her petticoatie, comin' through the rye. If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
Merry month of June, And from my home I started, Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted; Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother, drank a
Lately last night, I was asked to a wedding, The wedding of one who proved unkind, For all that day as she thought of her bridegroom, Thoughts of another
