We explore the men's room We don't give a shit Ladies lost electricity Take vows inside of it Desire to dance, too startled to try Wrap my legs 'round
Easter Sunday, we were walking Easter Sunday, we were talking Isabel, my little one, take my hand Time has come Isabella, all is glowing Isabella, all
Raise the sky We got to fly over the land, over the sea Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise God, do not seize me please till victory Take arms, take
Every Sunday I will go down to the bar And leave him the guitar You say you want me I want another Say you dream of me Dream of your brother Oh, the
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news Souls are invaded, heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin', so outta time What's the mad matter with the church chimes
(Greg) Won't you try to come down They all said they'd be here You know you've been to every gathering Stretching out the years You haven't said anything
Engine's running hot But now it's burnin' down Everyone says that this is going well But I can hear every sound Four gray walls Make it all seem right
Gold sun rolls around Chocolate nipple brown Tumble from your arms Like the ground, your breasts swell Land awake from sleep Hares will kick and leap
A ghost of a mist was on the field The gray and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tattered necklace
Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking--he's stalking devils of flesh. Rides through the streets instead of walking. I think his holy story is
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There`s gonna be trouble from the start When you break somebody`s heart You hope the damage does them good Like it does you You put a rock around my heart
[with steve hogarth on vocals and steve rothery on guitar, ] [both from marillion. ] - ("uncovered" show at ronnie scott's jazz club,
Hear the bells ringing, they're singing That You can be born again Here the bells ringing, they're singing Christ is risen from the dead The angel up
DARLENE THAT'S SUCH A LOVELY HAT, A FINE CHAPEAU. JARENE YOUR STYLE IS SO DOWN PAT, YOUR PEDIGREE SHOWS. DORIS THOSE FLOWERS LOOK SO REAL, FRESH EASTER
Planned down to the last detail, this one job that couldn't fail. Broke in on the night before, one guard no trouble to the four. Seven million on that
We go walking, hand in hand All across the land it's East at Easter People walking, hand in hand When ships are moving South, it will be East at Easter
Gretta's in the corner but she's miles away Mary's coaxing Adam to stare time in the face And me and Joey Carpenter are listening to the naked miner Talking