Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms
Your mama is crazy And your daddy's evasive And they probably won't leave you alone Between the neighborhood screaming And the laundry and the t.v. You
Bei dem Birnbaum in den Feldern steht ein altes Backsteinhaus. Und da schaute alle Tage Opa Knesebeck heraus. Doch der Opa ist verschwunden aus dem alten
spirit travelled The Highlands The North Sea taught me humbleness My mind got drunk by the beauty of France In Bretagne and Ireland a Celtic dance My
What excuses do you make? Happiness is hard to find. I didn't catch a break. Maybe I am dying inside? February, been so lonely. It's been so long since
Why do I love it so much? What kind of magic is this? How come I can't help adore it? It's just another musical No one minds it at all If I'm having
Here before the sunrise You came a-knocking at my door How long has it been now? You got the hint I wanted more You woke me up at 2 am With your stomping
Third Week in the Chelsea by Jorma Kaukonen Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life behind My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind Thoughts
I see a tree standing there. It's roots deep in the earth and the branches stretched towards the sky. I have a tree inside of me. It's roots deep in the
Drink down that gin and kerosene And come, spit off bridges with me Just to keep us warm And light a match to leave me be Light a match to leave me be
singing let's be jolly Deck the halls with boughs of holly Rockin' around the Christmas tree Have a happy holiday Everyone's dancing merrily In the
the keys Winters have come and gone You know Winters have come and gone You know But I'll meet you young and free For a dance 'round the memory tree
There should be no hesitation when the coast is clear You got a right to slide right into place when the end is almost here So you think you got some
Copyright 1993 emi virgin song inc. o.b.o. Emi virgin limited Composer: andy partridge Andy partridge - vocals, guitar, percussion, claps Colin moulding
Angeles huecos. Pajaros nuevos no paran de "cantar", angeles muertos no tienen sexo, lloran por lo que fue, angeles secos, van por el suelo, viven tomando
When the noisy town Lets its windows down, Little slaves are free at night; Then we'll soon retreet ]From the busy street, Till the crowds are out of
doors Swallow the key Winters have come and gone you know Winters have come and gone you know But I?ll miss you young and free For a dance round the