Peter Street

Oh, you landsmen and you seamen come listen to my song.. It's of a trick was played on me, it won't delay you long.. I came from sea the other day a fair girl i did meet..

Paint By Numbers

Round and round/ without an end. If you close your eyes/ you sink back in again. All the colours surround you/ and paint your smile. As you. . Float upstream.

Prom Queen

Misunderstood like a prom queen, keep on saying what you don't mean. as they watch as you go out the door and in the door and out the door.. You've got to put on your makeup for all the time that you take up.

Please Heart, You’re Killing Me

I. Caf windows, street lamps. Neon lights ablaze that shine all over town. In brilliant conversation, with somebody new. He's out there showin' 'round.

Pretty Maid, The

It was on a fine summer's morning. The birds sweetly tune on each bough. And as I walked out for my pleasure. I saw a maid milking a cow. . Her voice was so enchanting, melodious.

Poison Glen, The

Way up there in the poison glen. Sun's going down on the misty mountain. And I'm watching. And wondering. Feeling something from long ago. . Haunted echo that surrounds the glen.

Pirates, The

Passing Time

Back in my schooldays, acting the fool days. One and one and one is three. And the man said, Hey, come and cut yourself a piece of the big time. Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses.

Prelude (the Sun Is Gonna Rise Again)

Praises

I praise you for the rivers the mountains and the streams. I praise you for the eagle, the visions and the dreams. I praise all your creations the mountains and the streams.

Pile Of Stones

Garbage fires, worn out tires. Dull jackknives, broken lives. Starts and stops at old pawn shops. Boys first fish, drunkards wish. . Thoughts of war behind a motel door.

Prophetia

Omnia orta occidunt aequo pulsat. Pede moriendum certum est. Incertum an eo ipso die.

Preludio

Abscondo Sacra In Memoria. Et Purpurea In Tremore Pervigil. "Hei, Viator" Inquam "Dignabere?". . Mara Paltrinieri..

Preghiera

Pastorale

Riposa sul petto di una morbida compagna. crine di viola eletta dolceridente Saffo. posero intorno al petto fiori di loto ed intrecci di collane. io sono vecchio, ascoltami, sei bella.

Patrick Sheehan

My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four;. Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore;. I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low;.