this planet healthy and young Look closer You'll see the woods Day after day Swelled up with strength Their richness of colors Sparkling in dazzling grey
The ghost goes out in rags Eyes aglow like embers When the cold blows Embers are sparkling and aflame Burning head I ride On the blackened timber Sink
stayed in Monterey The stucco stores' open doors Gape across the square and wonder As this mans trembling hands Tilt the bag his bottles under Things are looking grey
., Mr., Mr. Normal Mr., Mr., Mr. Normal Mr., Mr., Mr. Normal Oh, you're normal Oh, you're normal Oh, you're normal Hello, Mr. Normal Good day, Mr. Normal Little grey
rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good
killed by the comfort of time I'm sorry if this makes you cry, but I have to speak my mind Suck the colours from my eyes When they lose their sparkle
shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy Blue and silver sparkling
like gold in the sun... but it would still yield to our swords and spears, no matter how it sparkled. The Roman scoundrel, Governor Suetonius Paullinus
When I wake up in the morning, I smell your smell God knows that I'm not doing well You're my Clementine, my sweet sunshine A sparkling diamond in your
ah de sweetest time When de sun gone And de moon start shine And de cassette inna de tape deck ah rewind Juice ah blend up wit red sparkling wine Girls
dear." That summer created, those words, that came to life in three, they were denied by you. Summer I laid down, below, the glitter adorned night, and silently sparkled
blood. I was back in the woods again. An awesome piece of work. Sparkling like frosted flakes. A delicate one. Sugar to my vampire eyes. Sparkling like
. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey
good book at bedtime no longer suffices The bottle of whiskey just one of my vices It might help me to sleep There you are with your golden brown skin The sparkling
not post-modern just a man who can bark And bite with teeth that leave a mark In the winter your eyes are grey But in the spring they sparkle away I'
party ain't a party if you don't bring a sack Or your own 12-Pack or this 12 on the wax I detail every track to make a sentence sparkle Giving thoughts
, I'll return When the wheel comes around Do not feel fear Or think about me We're all born to suffer We're all born to fall In a grey shaded world That