Founds total 13 songs
The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
There's too many people. Planning your downfall. When your spirit's on trial. These nights can be frightening. Sleep transports sadness. To some other mid-brain.
That's How People Grow Up
I was wasting my time. Trying to fall in love. Disappointment came to me and. Booted me and bruised and hurt me. . That's how people grow up. That's how people grow up.
Staircase At The University
March, April, May. She crammed night and day. I hadn't seen her smile in a while. . March, April, May. She crammed night and day. I hadn't seen her smile in a while.
Spring-heeled Jim
Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye. he'll "do," he'll never be "done to". he takes on whoever flew through. "Well, it's the normal thing to do". . Spring-heeled Jim lives to love.
Speedway
And when you slam. Down the hammer. Can you see it in your heart?. All of the rumours. Keeping me grounded. I never said, I never said that they were.
Oboe Concerto
All the best ones are dead. And there's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. . There's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. . Oboe concerto.
Mountjoy
The joy brings many things. . It cannot bring you joy. Sons of mothers huddle here. Men and boys. . 1850 swung the doors. And human sewage swept inside.
Julie In The Weeds
Julie lie down in the weeds and see something new. Something new. Julie from now on all the pain of youth. It will not trouble you. It will not trouble you.
Istanbul
When he first cried. His mother died. I had tried to be his guide. When he was born I was too young. The father searches for the son. . In Istanbul. Give him back to me.
I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris
In the absence of your love. And in the absence of human touch. I have decided. . I'm throwing my arms around. Around Paris because. Only stone and steel accept my love.
I'm Not A Man
Don Juan. Picaresque. Wife beater vest. Cold hand. Ice man. Warring cave man. Well if this is what it takes to describe.... I'm not a man. . Wheeler, dealer.
Drag The River
Drag the river and without her you may find a sliver. Of the one of whom you speak and whom they seek. she would gaze into the river as we'd look into a mirror.
Art-hounds
Art-hounds look like nothing. So art-hounds write something. And those that do are judged by those. Who tried and found they couldn't do. . Art-hounds see the Greek ideal.
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