All calculations set to one side; The inevitable Descent from Heaven, A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms Invades my house, my head, And
Traduction: Dead Can Dance. Jeunesse.
: All calculations set to one side; The inevitable Descent from Heaven, A visitation of memories and a seance of rhythms Invades my house, my head, And
a soldier head make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead got made code red break up the black skunk the black dutch, back of the old shed if you can
every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance
drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance
of the Dead. Can I remember, I remember you, no, Can I remember gold, I remember silver eyes, I remember silver skies, I remember awesome pain I can
Star Yeah, Grown mans music bitch Bloc Star, Bloc Star, Bloc Star Yeah, Grown man music [Hook:] Long as the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin
been dissin' females since my early youth But you know that's a drag and there's no doubt 'Cause girlies are the one thing that I can't do without Female
sure you write in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dyin', you can
is music which defies definition, but has a sound all of its own. The only thing we can tell you it is that it is incredibly infectious, undeniably
ain't no angel but nobody's deserving I can dance on my own grave, thank you But I can't die now 'cause I got another show Some people keep sayin', I can
tells you secrets you can trust The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong You can
