[verse 1] The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter , they don't mind cause We dont matter
To clutch at life, as in a dream, To cling to the bubbles in it, As the man, the straw, the stream, Are eddies of the infinite. Artificial desperation
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C'mon little child just sitting there C'mon down to the county fair Out on the highest peaks Where we can speak our piece Up on the ferris wheel We can
Swirling takes up all my time Makes me know that I'm above you Swirling curling up in smoke It started as a joke but...love you Moss suspended on a grave
Whirlwind runnin' through my head Wasted words that people said Wind is howlin' at my door I don't listen anymore Darkened sky blocks out the sun Still
It sure didn't take too long Woke up in the mornin', she's gone Well, the note that she wrote didn't say 'Dear John' Just 'Goodbye sucker I'm gone' Was
Hey, little girl won't you say when you know that? It?s so hard to believe that it?s so sad And I know that you?re believing in something It?s just so
It took a mighty good man with salty hands And a mighty long raft to keep the fore before the act You take ten good men and guts and luck And you might
Der schrage Eddie besitzt nen Friseursalon. So manchen schnitt er die Ohren weg, bei seinem rasanten Fasson. Uble Bosewichtsgesichter sehen dich beim
I'm walking down the road cause Eddy told me. I don't feel good, come on help me. Mama says, I'm so affected. Daddy says Eddy is too weird. Eddy is just
Turn me to the canyon's anchor Flip me from an old headbanger Into seas of fishes and my friends On the wall of New York City I can see the spring committee
Impossible to save the balance with this bigot. Still profiles bond with seaweed rope to the wreck that will be. My dive will end this circus parade.
(Don Van Vliet/FZ) [Antelope Valley Jr. College, Lancaster, CA c. December 1958-January 1959 Don Vliet-vocals FZ-lead guitar Bobby Zappa-rhythm guitar
Hello friend I've come a-calling passively stationed active patrol sliding in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff not want to get involved in it
I hit the street running, had an angle in mind Looking for a shelter, doing double overtime I get a little crazy, but I won't be denied Gotta find the
Käännös: Tori Amos. Vadelma Swirl (huulikiilto Version).