Six of one and half a dozen Black guitars and plastic blues Hide behind a wall of nothing Nothing said and nothing new Four chords that made a million
( Drag City Supersession album ) There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we've become
On a highway bound for nowhere I ran my fingers through my tangled hair As I pulled in for another tank of freedom With a hundred miles behind me and
Alkohol Herbert Grönemeyer Dm Bb Wir haben wieder die Nacht zum Tag gemacht, Dm Bb ich nehm mein Frühstück Abends um acht. Dm Bb Gedanken
(Latimer/Bardens) Andrew Latimer: Guitar Peter Bardens: Organ Doug Ferguson: Bass Andy Ward: Drums, Congas
"You'll get it right sometime. You will." I tell myself that everyday. "You don't need to latch on to anything. You'll just end up back here In your little
I found him by the stage last night, he was breathing his last breath. A bottle of gin and a cigarette was all what he had left. Well, I know that you
well i've been toning up my back for a stint against the wall, because that's where it's going to be when more towers collapse, their foundations rumbled
Instrumental
La, la, la, la, la, la On peut regagner la revolution On croit regagner la revolution What is that [unverified]? Now the moon is full (Maybe)
They're tearing up streets again they're building a new hotel The mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down And me and my anger sit folding a paper
Found him by the stage last night He was breathing his last breath A bottle of gin and a cigarette Was all that he had left I can see you making music
On a highway bound for nowhere I ran my fingers through my tangled hair As I pulled in for another tank of freedom With a hundred miles behind me And
[Written by Steven Wilson] Six of one a half a dozen Black guitars and plastic blues Hide behind a wall of nothing Nothing said and nothing new 4 Chords
Un sentimiento flota en el aire Formado por acordes magicos Notas d soledad, un silencio Dentro d un mismo compas Como deciros que es lo que siento
There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we?ve become Surrounded by the silence Refugees
(Hidden Track) I'd fall out of the car given the chance. Its not 1 in a million, more 1 out of 5. You can cut me down, give it a chance. Cut me down.
I was once a boy in love with strangers As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I'd wave I was much too young to think of danger I was curious and innocent