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
Now that your picture's in the paper being rhythmically admired And you can have anyone that you have ever desired All you gotta tell me now is why, why
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
I may beg Beg for money I may lie an lay my body down Sell what I would give with love One day before Easter comes But I won't let Jesus find me I walk
I get out of work And then I throw away all of my cares I get out of work And then I wash the week out my hair Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday It
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
[with steve hogarth on vocals and steve rothery on guitar, ] [both from marillion. ] - ("uncovered" show at ronnie scott's jazz club,
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
Stepping up out of my cell With Santos and county blues handcuffs and shackles Gonna ride up on that gray goose Coming out of a case 'Cause I was strapped
I don't wanna run around, run outside your kitchen In the front yard outside where the children play Sand box drifting in the land outside you're missing
I may beg Beg for money I may lie an lay my body down Sell what I would give with love One day before Easter comes But I won?t let Jesus find me I walk
(G. Slick) 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
Racing into town Bicycles in line In your raid In your raid I was Crazy inner feeling flows in here I'm a child sweet liberty Heaven knows you thrilled
Pourquoi Fatima a eu chaud, mon ami? Pourquoi Fatima a eu chaud? Pasqua z?ont failli l?expulser, mon ami, Pasquaz?on failli l?expulser Pourquoi voulaient
