New Model Army Lyrics
New Model Army Lyrics
"No Pain Lyrics"
BLUE WATER Lyrics
(Paul Cotton) Take the water blue water Can you see how far it is from flowin' free Can we let it just be Without a feelin' of
(Paul Cotton) Take the water blue water Can you see how far it is from flowin' free Can we let it just be Without a feelin' of
Across the town on the other hill,
your lights glow from a different world.
You always found a place to hide - nails and cross to lay beside;
with all the ghosts that we denied.
Now, in rippled arcs across the sky, the great white birds of winter fly;
and the wheel turns, and peop
1112 Lyrics
[GZA] Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip" Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip Said he had mad
le change - scattered ashes to the wind.[GZA] Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip" Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip Said he had mad
And there's no pain, there's no pain, there's no pain
A dry river in the blazing sun . . .
Your parched face and your callused hands,
Behind us lie the arid lands
To say too much - well, it was not our way,
and in the end there wasn'
Over You Lyrics
Oh baby this is nowhere Wish I was somewhere - over you Your sweet lips tell me there's no chance No more romance - over you Oh baby
much to say;Oh baby this is nowhere Wish I was somewhere - over you Your sweet lips tell me there's no chance No more romance - over you Oh baby
the scars are healed now anyway
and there's no pain. . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . .
And Abraham rose, took his only son, and knife and tinder
in his hand, and setting out across the desert and up into
the scrubland hills, he bound the boy Isaac to the sto
Another Time, Another Place Lyrics
Bright morning lights Wipe the sleep from another day's eye Turn away from the wall And there's Nothing at all Being naked and afrai
ne, Bright morning lights Wipe the sleep from another day's eye Turn away from the wall And there's Nothing at all Being naked and afrai
raised the blade and waited for the miracle.
But the wind blows silent across the hills, across the dead and the empty hills,
dead, like the god that never came,
like your face, the day that you turned away.
There's no pain . . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . .