what i did on my vacation for the last ten years took pictures of your town plaid perfume on my breath i mean i've been drinking scotch while touring
Running about in a daze in the heart of London I'm on a mission to make it to work on time How many people around me begun their day like mine? So much
Well I don't want no demon to tell me what it's all about No black magician telling me to get my soul out Don't believe in violence, I don't even believe
[Music & Lyrics: Jonne Jarvela] When all around is burning, You are the flame, you are the sun You'll burn your way to a secret place To a place where
il profumo ancor dell'oleandro in fior l'odore del caffe... Che colazione mi hai servito i fiori bianchi,la tovaglia la caffettiera l'uva nera le sedie
There is a light that hits the gloom around Shows the footprints round this grave Dried up roses scattered on the mound Honouring the one engraved Will
Looking back at history you?re not different than the rest If you think your life?s a misery you better stand the test You think you?re in control of
Music: Mark Hudson Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Bruce Fairbairn I saw the morning It was shattered by a gun Heard a scream, saw him fall, no one cried I saw
When I was younger My skin was softer Under the sun I was the one So blue in season They say, they say When I was spring time My hair was golden Under
Puranas: The Ancient probes still further into the past beyound the point of remembering. Here Steve's guitar is pivotal in sharpening reflection on the
cocos boheres Et les vrais roudoudous qui nous coupaient les levres Et nous niquaient les dents Et les mistrals gagnants A m'asseoir sur un banc cinq minutes avec toi Et regarder le soleil
Champs-Elysees Au soleil, sous la pluie A midi ou a minuit Il y a tout ce que vous voulez Aux Champs-Elysees Tu m'as dit "J'ai rendez-vous Dans un sous
Personne n'est parfait, tu le sais J'arretrais pas de te conseiller meme si j'fais pas mieux, je le sais Le temps passe et j'peux pas le retenir
que tout le monde est parti ? Ou est ce que vous etes passe tout l'monde? Dans la cour de l'immeuble le dimanche apres midi Puis lundi plus rien ne se passe le
mer se dechaine maintenant, Le soleil devrait bientot pointer le bout de ses rayons Et j'entends au loin des hurlements, Venant de toutes les directions Les vagues excitees par le
gronde Et mecaniquement Pour le faire taire Je pense a nous Petite cuisine du diable Quand sous tes rayons, couchee sur le sable Tu grilles ma peau, fumes mes levres Sous