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In a neat little town they call Boston Apprenticed to trade I was bound And many an hour's sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town Then bad
Black velveteen, simple and clean Oh what a bad machine Black velveteen, supple and lean The 21st century dream Ready to please, free from disease She
Rain falls, I fix my eyes Let go of the focus and I blur out all the lines Just to remember, remember Crying 'cause it's not my fault Water through my
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder The sun is settin' like molasses
I love the way they look, I love the way they feel Come on babe, I'm not made out of steel Over the phone, I could stay real cool But, face to face, I
Hast du mir denn nichts mehr zu sagen bist du taub und stumm? Bleibt am Ende unserer Liebe nur das Wort "warum"? Hast du kein Gefühl mehr fü
[Verse 1:] A Severed lie A lover's high No will to fight So lay your gun down here Just kiss me sweet And hold me tight There's only I Can get me out
Allanah Myles (Black Velvet) Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high Mama's dancin', there's a baby on her shoulder
Sitting here on the horizon Waiting for the moon to rise Love has a way of arriving Out of the clear blue sky Ooo, I love you Don't you know it's true
In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound And the many an hours sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town A
A thousand tears, a thousand eyes My friends and I, we cry Religion has raped us Forever we rehearse the song That strips our throats to blood We bare
THE BLACK VELVET BAND --------------------- v.1 In a neat little town they call Belfast, An apprentice to trade I was bound, And
Home is something you don't have. The eyes that look through all these pages. The one that's devilishly foolish. The eyes that make us gray. Once...