Pet sounds filling pet peeve void's black and white tv with the sound turned down is it mono or stereo? lending aneurysm satisfaction in the fruitless
The atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how... The clouds above opened up and let it out. I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
(Elliott / Sylvester) Spread your wings, I'm all set Trans Atlantic westbound jet Heading out to JFK I'll play my guitar along the way It's the only
Is it really happening? Is it really going to be? Is it really happening? Is it what our minds can see? Is it really happening? Is it really going to
And as the summer turns its head Cowering to the ground At night the winds abate to the chase Tomorrow to be found A whisper of such tenderness Peels
Coming out of the night - stepping out Where the winds are warmer It's a sudden alright - coming out of the night Coming out of the night - stepping
[Solo] Blow them down - stir up this mess Make them think their leaders have become possessed Rock the house - send pestilence Send the whirlwind down
The wind is blowing softer now My eyes are still a blur With remnants all around me I survey the ones that were They were strong and tall They stood so
So you think you're in control? Yet another gloomy day unfolded Pushing panic from your door One boss - one lie - one world order Old classics are long
The place she called home was high on a hill, way up in a big house under the trees Day's in the sun she's seen by the river, reading a book, feeding
[Glimpses of Nirvana] In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing
Catch your breath as you watch your step Head spinning round as you hit the ground Present tense time is of essence Hold the second hand going round the
Down from the mountain top - to the river Your deep blue secret meets the sea bed Down from the skies - now face your forgiver Your deep blue soul is
Some people think Think they have none They might as well stay down Running in circles Like bulls in a ring 'Til the sword finds it's way down While
Look at the people Tossed in turmoil in the street Satan like lightning falling down The ungodly world Is like a vicious troubled sea Feels like our ship
On the road to anywhere, in a place that exists without time I met a girl who sang to me but her songs had no rhythm or rhyme I couldn't feel, I could
Long ago he saw the light of day Then the wind it blew the man away And I don't believe I wear rose colored glasses But I believe the man is going home
Roll up it's a storm chaser's life With a burnin' yearnin' For excitement every night With the world in breakdown you run Shout through the streets Like