At the Drive-In - Alpha Centauri
widows an antique replacement
a briefcase filled with mace
widows six legged lost and found
students spray the kent state mist
wishing wills missing clientele
widows sex legged lost and
Athenaeum - Away
He's got a really bad sense of time
He only listens when she's about to break down and cry
But she's got a lot to learn about herself
She's always blaming her sorrow on someone else
He
Ancient - A Mad Blood Scenario
No one can find me
Here in my soul
Kicking and screaming
Out of control
Calm myself down
Nobody knows
No one can find me
Here in my soul
Hooked on your problems
Do I
Anything Box - An Ending
Blackbirds dance among the roses
On the garden walls.
They are like the passers-by
On the nameless street.
All these hours undone.
Sounds of sandals on the curbstones
Echo in my head
widows an antique replacement
a briefcase filled with mace
widows six legged lost and found
students spray the kent state mist
wishing wills missing clientele
widows sex legged lost and
Athenaeum - Away
He's got a really bad sense of time
He only listens when she's about to break down and cry
But she's got a lot to learn about herself
She's always blaming her sorrow on someone else
He
Ancient - A Mad Blood Scenario
No one can find me
Here in my soul
Kicking and screaming
Out of control
Calm myself down
Nobody knows
No one can find me
Here in my soul
Hooked on your problems
Do I
Anything Box - An Ending
Blackbirds dance among the roses
On the garden walls.
They are like the passers-by
On the nameless street.
All these hours undone.
Sounds of sandals on the curbstones
Echo in my head
764-HERO - Typo
got to where you're going
head back home
time for what you're showing
leave alone
impress the debtors
leave alone
got to where you're going
now headin' home
you're bad
you leave around the town(?)
you won't get angry
and you won't start a war
with me
it hurts so much
to notice things
are going
your way
she won't get angry
she won't start any
until you stop
it hurts so bad
until you want it alone
(?)
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Arcturus - Alone
Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same sourc
Billy Joel - A Room Of Our Own
You've got diamonds and I've got spades
You've got pills and I've got razor blades
You've got yoga honey, I've got beer
You got overpriced and I got weird
But it's alright
We're the
Belle & Sebastian - A Century Of Elvis
We were sitting in the living room on the sofa, the wrong way round, looking out the window. It was quiet, and then in the car park across the road we saw Elvis - look, there beside the postman's van,
Band, The - Acadian Driftwood
The war was over and the spirit was broken
The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew
We stood on the cliffs
Oh, and watched the ships
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous
They signed a t
Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same sourc
Billy Joel - A Room Of Our Own
You've got diamonds and I've got spades
You've got pills and I've got razor blades
You've got yoga honey, I've got beer
You got overpriced and I got weird
But it's alright
We're the
Belle & Sebastian - A Century Of Elvis
We were sitting in the living room on the sofa, the wrong way round, looking out the window. It was quiet, and then in the car park across the road we saw Elvis - look, there beside the postman's van,
Band, The - Acadian Driftwood
The war was over and the spirit was broken
The hills were smokin' as the men withdrew
We stood on the cliffs
Oh, and watched the ships
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous
They signed a t