bielszy odcie bieli prokol harum - teksty piosenek, wg trafności (od zawsze) - Teksciory.pl

Whisky Train - Procol Harum

"Ain't gonna ride that whisky train Ain't gonna burn up no more flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky train To think that I could be so wrong To be so sick and still go"

Dead Man's Dream - Procol Harum

"As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed And a bundle of newspaper under my head I dreamed a dream, as strange as could be Concerning myself, and somebody like me We were in some city, the stranger and"

About To Die - Procol Harum

"About to die - the crowds applaud you About to die - they'll resurrect you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the saviour's son A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down About"

Barnyard Story - Procol Harum

"Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall I was living in the desert, I"

Piggy Pig Pig - Procol Harum

"(originally Wash Yourself) Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream Counting houses full of lead, the evil eye on high The streets"

Whaling Stories - Procol Harum

"Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean God's alive inside a movie!"

Your Own Choice - Procol Harum

"There's too many women and not enough wine Too many poets and not enough rhyme Too many glasses and not enough time Draw your own conclusions My old dog's a good old dog My old man's a silly old sod The"

Simple Sister - Procol Harum

"Simple Sister Got Whooping Cough Have to burn her toys Take her treats Eat her sweets Scare off all the boys Simple Sister Got Whooping Cough Have to put her out Wear her clothes Steal her bows"

Broken Barricades - Procol Harum

"It was all once bright jewels And glittering sand The oceans have ravaged And strangled the land Waste fills the temples, Dead daughters are born The presses are empty The editors torn Whose husband"

Memorial Drive - Procol Harum

"Cellar full of diamonds, turret full of gold All for a mermaid's locket, too much to hold Drink the seals' blood from the ocean, Drink the whole ocean dry Steal the moonshine from the night-time, Steal"

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