Wyniki wyszukiwania: 'the giltter as stars in your hand, little bird like clouds in the air and stones stones the've flew'

"(Reg Mombassa) Splashing - making a mess of myself I'm splashing - making a mess of my health When I go out of my head the lights go on in the sky I just want to crawl in bed I couldn't get up if I tried Soaking"

"He's just a little boy lost inside his little world. Will he find his way back home? He's just a little boy, lost his mind over a girl. Will she call him on the phone? If I told you how I cared would you"

"Everyday in the week i'm in a different city If i stay too long people try to pull me down They talk about me like a dog Talkin' about the clothes i wear But they don't realise they're the ones who's square"

"Bad boy Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As"

"All washed down the drain, all washed down the drain Take it home with you I don't know what to say to you But I know how it can be Drop to the whisper, and take it while you can It's only a little bird"

"there's nothing left for me to do, just like time and time and time again what else is left for me to prove? but when it comes around i can't help falling down. is this the state of so called pleasure? or"

"<1. Fed By Stones God is dead That's what they said You got no soul, and good is bad Don't waste your time There's no sublime, no higher law That you can find There's a river of pain I'm taking all over again Just as long I don't turn into their grey shadowy Being I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need The gullible mind The daily grind Takes its toll, and fools the blind The bourgeois-creed: Believe what you see, rules all heads Takes casualities In my life I was always a drifted fellow, undone That was never enough to leave me stuck in there wrong I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need Silent green works overtime to begin Giving starting shots so that we won't give in In the air's a hopeful sound waiting Needing all we got, wishing we don't give in It's an army of hypocrites strangling Entities of freedom keenly building All we are If we are what we are meant to be Have you got what we got? Got some guts to break free? Have you heard about the word that all living Speak I don't know when it all began I don't know why it had to die Your stones won't feed, one truly need ... God is dead ... "

"Everything is silent Night upon the rocks I'm over by the roadhouse With them rusted engine blocks A ghost town with a gold mine A pick axe in my head I'm beggin', mama, please move over Kick them stones"

"Here I am, hardly breathing in at all I cough when I can and that's about all I am this man and though I turn the tape To a happier song, my face can't find a smile because it's been looking too long You"

"When Jesus made me Kosher When I drank the sweet new wine I felt like a new creature Really felt like one fine swine Stark, cold, wet reality Came and nearly quenced my fire `Til I heard God speak to me I"