Silver jewellery - Car parts online - Bad Credit Car Loans - embroidery - polish ladies wife - Mp3 - Beaufort scale - sozialamt konstanz - Infakta.de - Bad Car Credit - City of Cracow - Germany hotel deals - Coloring book - Myspace Layout Generator - Hotels in Dubai
directorio callan Implanty Szczecin biuro rachunkowe chorzów inicjowa

teksty piosenek

lyrics songs

teksty piosenek


A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M  N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  W  X  Y  Z
0  1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9


..:: Hammill Peter - Forsaken Gardens
 
Manheim; rainy Saturday with no money nor friend,
only Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach London for a pocket of hope;
we're children, we grope in the dark.
Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel just like a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and traffic police,
middle-aged maids with rotting teeth
industrial magazines and old Sunday Times;
reading material/bleeding lines.
What are we doing here?
Memorial manace, eager for revenge,
has begun to bend our minds.
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
now, feeling placid is death.
I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down...
here we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel never fails to grind around;
it drags me up/drags me down
Seven sentenses wonder 'Can this be real,
or am I become a performing seal?'
Why are we dying here?
I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love,
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs,
I have bit the fruit
but all I live for is to play
and I'm tired of the nights and the days
of airports, taxis and motorway showers,
grooping for a key in the afterhours.
David takes to travelling in the van,
He knows that we all can understand;
we're at the mercy of the Kosmos Tour,
making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
but we're still crippled here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards, I think I'm getting vertigo,
I think I don't know what is real.
On a more sudden spotlight, one more madness is over...
I must not show a sign of fear.
Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
think I'll just go and take a bath, Guess I'll wash my clothes,
don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name,
maybe a servant in the Fame game;
stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost...


 

Ads: Przepisy kulinarne, Ciasta, Gotowanie | Filmiki, Zdjecia erotyczne | Bielizna | Tekstunie na p | muzykunia na W | muzykunia na C | Espanacams |
Link partnerski: Piosenek Piosenki Darmowe teksty || poker sms rumunia poker narty alpy kursy autocad szkoły eksternistyczne rusztowania E-miasta mazowieckie kursy maturalne
konto bankowe
konto bankowe Millenet
www.millenet.pl
Zakopane
Mapa Zakopanego, Zakopane
www.zakopane.planmi…
wycieczki do tajlandia
wycieczki tajlandia
www.wycieczki.zarez…
wczasy
wczasy wakacje urlop, nad morzem k…
www.nadmorzem.com
Wierszyki
Wierszyki
www.klamerka.pl

(c) 2006 by Niedzwiedz Team lyrics-songs.info. All Rights Reserved. Wszystkie prawa zastrzeżone.
Wszelkie prawa do wszystkich tekstow piosenek posiadaja wylacznie ich tworcy, badz osoby lub instytucje, ktorym zostaly one powierzone i nimi dysponuja. Serwis udostepnia teksty piosenek wylacznie w celach informacyjnych i edukacyjnych do uzytku prywatnego. Ponadto serwis zastrzega, iz teksty publikowane na lamach serwisu moga zawierac bledy, byc niekompletne, przypisane do niewlasciwego wykonawcy badz zawierac jakiekolwiek inne bledy, a takze oswiadcza,iz nie ponosi odpowiedzialnosci za jakiekolwiek szkody powstale w wyniku korzystania z wszelkich danych na nim zamieszczonych, a w szczegolnosci tekstow piosenek.