Breathe with me deeply everythings going to be alright. Take a deep breath now and plunge into the night. Keep your eyes open there's so much to see. Hold my hand tight the world won't smother me.
Watching the final game on TV. Here comes the pich from Mr. Tom Henke. The pennant is won, it's 1989. And there's a new goal that's burning in my mind..
He's back, and he's a big shot, baby on a rampage kickin' in the pit.. He's on attack. He drinks a beer, kicks an ass, every day it's the same old shit..
(SFDK). Yo!. Viajo con el Pepe. Por el sur de la luna.. Sabes donde estamos. Por el humo que resuma.. Flotando en el mar con la espuma. En ayunas sube a mi duna mi nena.
Bring it back, bring it all back. Bring it back, bring it all back. Bring it back, bring it all back. Bring it back, bring it all back. Bring it back, bring it all back.
Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta. Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta. Masta na nga, Masta na nga, Masta. Masta, Masta, Masta. . Au début, je faisais du son pour épater les collégiennes.
You were always beside me. Every day and night. And your love was so healing. When i have to let go now. I will stay and fight. I won't give up this feeling.
Caught in madness. No control of thoughts. Suffering mental pain. Blinded. Floating around in chaos. Creating a will to kill. Surrounded by innocents.
rain harvesters trading pieces of flesh with god. to reveal the secret ingredients of our demise. locusts twitch to the tune of blasphemy. blinding us from the numbness of this life.
as the sun decays. images of the dead girl in the backseat. with sullied panties of milk and blood. silently a tear rolls down her bruised cheek. tasting battered skin.
Why do you walk around. Searching for so long. Trying to please yourself. How could you take so long,. To carry on, your burdens. are, there weighing me down,.
I still stand in solitude. Waiting on this cursed shore. Watching this suns slow descent. Beyond, beneath the frozen sky. . I watch it set one more time.
Bring Back the Sign!. (Seven Nations). . This track is a lot of banter about a sign that used to hang outside the Harp and Thistle Pub. It results in a sort of jam about "Bring back the sign! Bring back the sign!" and Neil proceeds to do a little rap about it, which segues into a pipe tune called The un-Reel....
Blackleg Miner. (Traditional, arranged by Seven Nations). . It's in the evening after dark. When the blackleg miner creeps to work. In his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt.
Big Dog. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Maybe we're the ones to blame. And maybe we're the ones who are insane. Well I stole a line for God.
Plead my cause oh Lord, You fight for me. Be my shield, stand for me. . Jesus, my King. My God, my friend, my everything. And I'll sing to You, I'll sing to Your name.
Back Home In Derry. (Traditional melody; lyrics by B Sands). . In 1803 we sailed out to sea. Out from the sweet town of Derry. For Australia bound if we didn't all drown.
You had a basement apartment. We spent the days in the dark there. Everything implied and perfect. We made up our own secret language. With no word for goodbye.
I get you ready for the breakdown. I'm the feeling inside you that just wants to explode.. I never sugarcoat a shakedown.. So empty all your pockets of the things that you think you know..
This with every good wish I will bring to you. The next place we land is the remedy. For you and me. . If the part of you that wants to settle down. Wants the part of me that wants to move around.