Hands locked in darkness, a nocturnal greeting We flutter like moths round the brazier's flame Shrouded in shadow, our clandestine meeting Here, where
Shun the system, shun the system, shun the system Shun the system, shun the system, shun the system Shun the system, shun the system, shun the system
Poor old Johnny Ray Sounded sad upon the radio He moved a million hearts in mono Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them Now you're grown
Her face caught in the headlamp glare, There waiting for a ride. Stood all alone - so far from home, He beckons her inside. A smile that has two meanings
On wednesday the seventh your flight departed, you waved us goodbye - we stood on the ground as one journey ended another one started - you passes overhead
[Adapted from the poem "The Storm" by Alison LR Davies] It starts as a faint purr, rippling, beckoning, stealing the evening's baking heat. It steps
Vibrant and real I lie Mantled by the open sky The wind and waves, my lullaby I am the land Why do you view me with Eyes unable to see? The beauty in
Mother I'm so sorry for this thing I've gone and done, But surely you'll forgive me - after all I am your son. Live to race - thrill of the chase to me
Hello, bombjour! Good morning (good morning). The obvious drawback in building a bomb, is the needing somewhere (or someone) to test it on. What happened
This is our song for Europe, I thought we saw the borders fall? Guerre sans Frontiers - And it seems nothing changed here at all. They're building a
He was just a lad of fifteen years who barely fit his breeches Latter day, Dick Whittington, who dreamt of fame and riches His teachers took him to one
Down from the glen came the marching men With their shields and their swords To fight the fight they believed to be right To overthrow the overlords.
Have you heard the one 'bout when a most unlucky fella, Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller? She said; "Of all the palms I've read
Number One - the only number I can really trust, Dual faceted - these people that I talk to when I must. In triplicate my body hangs - left drying in
Hear my tale - I'm norman normal, always humble, mild and meek. In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street 'till one day a stranger
The devil's circus came to town We watched the freaks arrive in mases When they paraded through our streets We turned a blind eye as they passed Safe
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Look what you get for following leaders, who lead from the rear - where are they now? Look what you get for following leaders, who lead from the rear -