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There'll be no comprimising
Cold, no heat on the horizon
guess I'm cold
there'll be no comprimising
cold
cool
cold
stone cold
(This is an old favourite of mine from the great Tears for Fears... enjoy)
They scour the earth for the things they saw in your tiny little hands
They raise you up like a God onto your tiny little stand
Until their faith, once like a rock, is ground up turning into sand
They scour the earth for the things they saw in your tiny little hands
You see, they're old enough to dream but just too young to understand
Gabriella, was this all part of your plan?
Stay out super late tonight
Stay out super late tonight
Picking apples, making pies
Put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
We're half awake in a fake empire
With the wild wolves around you
With the wild wolves around you
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel
And I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced, intoxicating on her lips
A tree born crooked will never grow straight
A tree born crooked
Will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer into the lake
A long lost letter
and an old leaky boat
Promises I never meant To keep
Elements - A fine frenzy
Oh the elements I do not fear
But I fall apart when you appear
Cos you are the greatest
The greatest disaster
the things we did i can´t forget
Your picture is still on my wall
The colors are bright
bright as ever
the things we did i can´t forget
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
your grace is wasted in your face,
your boldness stands alone among the wreck
as you see the snow kiss the curb
You're up on the bar and you're shaking
With every grimy word
Who will you love
What's love when you've hurt
You wonder as you see the snow kiss the curb
One little leak becomes a lake
The tick tock tick of a ticking timebomb
Fifty feet of concrete underground
One little leak becomes a lake
Says the tiny voice in my earpiece
Caught in a rat's nest
Clicks on the phone
I cannot help you
Caught by your work
Caught in a rat's nest
Eat our young
Chew through wires
Still shudder when I see that dorsal fin
is it cold outside
enough to chill
daisies on the window sill
What's lost can never be broken
Everything has it's price
Everything has it's place
What's more romantic than dying in the moonlight?
Now they're all watching the sea
What's lost can never be broken
Her roots were sweet
But they were so shallow
are you ever going to make them pay
i count the nights
i count the days
you try to show that nothing stays
but im still hanging around
When you think like a hermit you forget what you know
We all know what we know, it's a hard swath to mow
When you think like a hermit you forget what you know
anyone would let it go
anyone would let it go
anyone would let it go
I don't want to go home
drifting away
to where the angels would play like you'd almost forgotten
and then on with the next breath so impossibly new
like the curve of your waist all warm and ceramic and smooth
i dont want to go home
i want to come home
Things I've seen will chase me
Things I've seen will chase me
To the grave
Carnivals of silverfish
We can ill afford
To give ourselves to sentiment
When our time is oh so short
There are names beneath the lichen
On these cemetery stones
And carnivals of silverfish
Waiting to dance upon our bones
New Year's eve 1995
New Year's eve 1995
sad to still be here
But happy to be alive
Seems like the more one lives the less one thrives
Days getting shorter
But the longing just keeps on coming
It's Christmas Time
The desert danced in flames
We played in artificial snow
Christmas lights 1
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon
it rolls in from the sea
This must be what all the fuss is about
But the words on the page start to swim
As light catches your face, you're smiling
This must be what all the fuss is about
E. Blaize
You call it revolution
We call it evolution
Robots and humans
Living together is the solution
M. Sayyid
New-age Moses
HPRIZM aka High Priest
"A pure, undeniable force you can't fight"
Mr Ballbeam
NY to Tokyo
but I was hiding
and all across the mountain
they went searching for my ghost
but I was hiding
I think I could never love another girl
I may find her by the phone but with a fashion magazine
She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again
They say, "Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take"
I think I could never love another girl
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