Lonely guitar. Is there no one who loves us. Lonely guitar. Not a soul seems to care. . The stars in the sky. Look like teardrops. Because I've been crying.
Oh sugar, when you gonna come?. (Oh sugar, when you gonna come?). Oh sugar, when you gonna come?. (Oh sugar, when you gonna come?). . I spend my life getting older.
Love comes like a miracle.... . Love comes to the rescue - whenever you need it. Love comes like a miracle so you better believe. It's true (it's true) - when I look deep inside of you.
This is the sound of the planes in the night. Coming out of the darkness and into the light. Shining alarmingly, curiously bright. . This is the sound of those murderous drums.
Loneliness. Is a place that I know well. It's the distance between us. And the space inside ourselves. . Emptiness. Is the chattering in your head. It's the call of the living.
released on the tour 7" and. the Abominable Records compilation ...It Certainly was a Grand Piano. . How are the nights there? How do you sleep?. Cause I figured you'd have me inside a week.
Live with me, and be my love,. And we will all the pleasures prove. By hills and valleys, dales and fields,. And all the pleasant pastures yields.. . There will we sit upon the rocks,.
originally by Creedence Clearwater Revival. The Anniversary occasionally plays this song live. . Just about a year ago, I set out on the road. Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
I look up to the little bird. That glides across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit right down. And cry, cry, cry, yeah.
When I was just seventeen I ran away from home. To be with all the pretty people, to be on my own, yeah. Bright lights and trains and bedsit stains. And pavements paved with gold, gold.
Trina wears her wampum beads. She fills her drawing book with line. Sewing lace on widow's weeds. And filigree on leaf and vine. . Vine and leaf are filigree.
this is the last song. lalalalalalalast song. this is the last song. we love you. . this is the last song. lalalalalalalast song. this is the last song.
My wild lovechild's just a riddle. I'm keeping for me, yeah, baby. I, I train 500 miles, my style boy. Give him to me, give him to me, yeah. . My wild lovechild, just a minute.
Little girls,. Little girls.. Everywhere I turn. I can see them.. . Little girls,. Little girls.. Night and day. I eat, sleep, and breathe them.. . meaning.
Grace: Cowboy heroes,. cops and robbers,. glam our and strife,. bigger than life!. Sitting in the darkness,. what a world to see!. Let's go to the movies,.
Lullay, lullay. My little tiny child. By-by, lullay, lullay. . Lullay, lullay. My little tiny child. By-by, lullay, lullay. . Oh, sisters two. How may we do.
Come into these arms again. And lay your body down. The rhythm of this trembling heart. It's beating like a drum. . It beats for you, it bleeds for you.
A far pink cloud hangs over the hill. Unfolding like a rose. If you hold my hand and sit real still. You can hear the grass as it grows. . It's a hazy afternoon and I know a place that's quiet.
I took my love and I took it down. I climbed a mountain then I turned around. And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills. Till the landslide brought me down.