Stay in the light. shadows in the light. We are... . I have burned to throw myself. awake to escape. deny it all. out of the humdrum. . there are some who share our views.
Performed by Danny Elfman and the Citizens. of Halloween. . CLOWN. This time, this time. . GROUP. Making Christmas. . CLOWN. Making Christmas. . MAYOR.
were you looking for dimension. did you come to see the show. are you lost in your direction. well I can't take you home. were you asking for my phone # 666-1120.
I Immaterialize. And Slowly Drift. Into the Unknown. With the Cold Winds with Soul. The Wintery Plains Lie Untouched. I Ride on My Elements. Towards the Stars Unseen.
I. Htt blss Heimdallr. horn er lopti.. Mlir inn. vi Mms hfu.. Skelfr Yggdrasils. askr standandi,. ymr it aldna tr. en jtunn losnar.. II. Hvat er me sum?.
I. Htt blss Heimdallr. horn er lopti.. Mlir inn. vi Mms hfu.. Skelfr Yggdrasils. askr standandi,. ymr it aldna tr. en jtunn losnar.. II. Hvat er me sum?.
Hatt blaess Heimdallr horn er a lopti. Maelir Odinn vid Mims hofud. Skelfr. Yggdrasils askr standardi, ymr it aldna tre en jotunn losnar. Kjoll fekk. autan, koma munu Muspells of log lydir, en Lori styrir. Par ro fifmegir med.
tintshava na malwandle. matilo na misava. ti nyenyana ta tilo. swi dzunisa wena. . u ribye, ra madzana-dzana. u Hosi ya tiHosi. u ribye ra madzana-dzana.
MY WIFE'S A WANTON WEE THING. (Robert Burns). My wife's a wanton, wee thing,. My wife's a wanton, wee thing,. My wife's a wanton, wee thing,. She winna be guided by me..
My Peggy's Face. (Robert Burns). My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form. The frost of hermit age might warm.. My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind. Might charm the first of human kind..
My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose. (Robert Burns). 0, my luve is like a red, red rose,. that's newly sprung in June.. 0, my love is like a melodie,. that's sweetly play'd in tune..
Musing on the Roaring Ocean. (Robert Burns). Musing on the roaring ocean,. Which divides my love and me,. Wearying heav'n in warm devotion. For his weal where'er he be..
O Mary, at thy window be!. It is the wish'd, the trysted hour.. Those smiles and glances let me see,. That make the miser's treasure poor.. How blithely wad I bide the stoure,.
Revin' up my engine like a seven forty seven. I'm a shiny lanky long and lean and I'm lean. Revin' up my engine, baby, like a seven forty seven. I'm a shiny lanky long and lean, what a scene.