Chameleon in the Shadow of the Night
Hammill Peter lyrics
Hammill Peter lyrics
"German Overalls Lyrics"
Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes Lyrics
costello.elvis/angels_wanna_wear_my_red_shoes Red Shoes Oh, I used to be disgusted And now I try to be amused But since their wings have gotten rusted, you know the angels wanna wear my red shoes. But when
costello.elvis/angels_wanna_wear_my_red_shoes Red Shoes Oh, I used to be disgusted And now I try to be amused But since their wings have gotten rusted, you know the angels wanna wear my red shoes. But when
Manheim; rainy Saturday with no money nor friend,
only Tequila can end the boredom.
Try to reach London for a pocket of hope;
we're children, we grope in the dark.
Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese...
I feel just like a refugee...
Rathaus-keepers and traffic police,
middle-aged maids with rotting teeth
industrial magazines and old Sunday Times;
reading material/bleeding lines.
What are we doing here?
Memorial manace, eager
In the Jailhouse Now Lyrics
Well when I met Bill's old gal Saddie and she said (have you seen my baby) And I told her he was downtown in the can Well old Saddie she started fussin' she went down to the jailhouse a cussin' She said I come down here to get my man
for revenge,Well when I met Bill's old gal Saddie and she said (have you seen my baby) And I told her he was downtown in the can Well old Saddie she started fussin' she went down to the jailhouse a cussin' She said I come down here to get my man
has begun to bend our minds.
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
now, feeling placid is death.
I try to hold my breath as the P.A. comes down...
here we all are in Ktown!
The Big Wheel never fails to grind around;
it drags me up/drags me down
Seven sentenses wonder 'Can this be real,
or am I become a performing seal?'
Why are we dying here?
I walk the streets alone, try to find a sign of love,
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs,
I have bit the fruit
but all I live for is to play
and I'm tired of the nights and the days
of airports, taxis and motorway showers,
grooping for a key in the afterhours.
David takes to travelling in the van,
He knows that we all can understand;
we're at the mercy of the Kosmos Tour,
making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes...
but we're still crippled here.
Cathedrals spiral skywards, I think I'm getting vertigo,
Orange Crunch Lyrics
This bubble gives me the shakes the ozone makes this bubble bake these leather hydes, have plastic lives i've turned to stone in a city quake Tear down these walls of the crunch my lust to live is bankrupt the orange crunch is bottled up Behind the curtain
This bubble gives me the shakes the ozone makes this bubble bake these leather hydes, have plastic lives i've turned to stone in a city quake Tear down these walls of the crunch my lust to live is bankrupt the orange crunch is bottled up Behind the curtain
I think I don't know what is real.
On a more sudden spotlight, one more madness is over...
I must not show a sign of fear.
Words echo round my ears, I think I'm going to laugh...
think I'll just go and take a bath, Guess I'll wash my clothes,
don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name,
maybe a servant in the Fame game;
stake my sane and rest my life on the line...
Now lay me asunder and rend my mind;
at the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost