-feats land of desolation land of no believes I fly for the unflating nation Ever and anon - flying Ever and anon - dying Ever and anon - fallingever and anon
There was a man of double deed Who sowed his garden full of seed When the seed began to grow 'Twas like a garden full of snow When the snow began to melt
land of desolation land of no believes I fly for the unflating nation Ever and anon - flying Ever and anon - dying Ever and anon - falling ever and anon
Překlad: Krutost. A někdy Anon.
Překlad: Peter Hammill. Imperial Stěny Anon 8. století saský.
Ugh, there he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe There he go, that's John Doe Balling on you bitches like I'm Rondo [Chorus] 24's, John
For a minute it was looking like I'd end up one of those guys spending my whole life Looking for a special lady to save me, maybe I'll never be satisfied
She's worried, she's worried, she's worried she said too much And talking, I'm talking, she's talking like books I read It's easy, it's easy, it's easy
You walk in the room The folks are all there With glasses in hand But you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well stocked
Doctor, I'm getting in deeper Show me, the way I can slow myself down You can talk me round I'm a fool for falling in love again You've gotta save me
A toast for our sins Our instincts drags us deeper Throwing us to the wolves The nameless were all buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless
I wrote our names a thousand times Just to see yours sitting next to mine And sent you flowers, card unsigned anonymous In days to come like days that
what will you do to turn this around so many behind you so many before you ticket in one hand gun in the other what will you do which hand will you use
I've lost my rifle and bayonet I've lost my pull-through too I've lost the socks that you sent me That lasted the whole winter through I've lost the
Yo, it ain't nothin' new, just a change in the name Sheist done came and changed the game unexplained Ways for days show you how to wait for your pay '
[L.M. Jenssen / J. Hagen] Swipe the jelly glass clean I thougt I might let it all blow over We can talk about anything else I assume the matter is
You walk into a room. Confusion plays a solemn tune. The Poet steals a thought. His hands are red, the sinner caught. Cyclical and round. The hollow
It's the middle of the day and we both have thrown a fit The TV is on but neither one of us is watching it Now your problem is every time my pager go
