Depressive Age Lyrics
Depressive Age Lyrics
"Teenage Temples Lyrics"
False Eyelashes Lyrics
FALSE EYELASHES Writers Bob Tubert, Demetrius Tapp Copyright 1967 Folks back home think I'm a star now when they hear my records play T
FALSE EYELASHES Writers Bob Tubert, Demetrius Tapp Copyright 1967 Folks back home think I'm a star now when they hear my records play T
World war archives fill the offices
of the cold war parties to research
the psycho base
in the influence and cause they
need free young slaves
Teenage temples spread
their wings
fly to young men's shore
to send information vibes
to let us know much more.
This is the f
Psalm 73 (My God's Enough) Lyrics
i've had enough of just living life for only me and reaching for the things that keep destroying me so sick of envying the lives of so many i s
ilm where the children shoes burni've had enough of just living life for only me and reaching for the things that keep destroying me so sick of envying the lives of so many i s
where the windy hills of clothes smoke
in the autumn rain
Once upon a time? No it's yet today.
High tech preachers shake their legs
in an ethic scene
New religions leave this ball
with pillar feet on screens
Ride your way my love machine
Consc
Angel Lyrics
It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away You left it in lipstick on the mirror no us
ence, break my stonesIt is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away You left it in lipstick on the mirror no us
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Teenage temples spread
their wings
fly to young men's shore
to send informa
The Start Of Forever Lyrics
Hold tight angel Morning will soon be here Washing your pillow In swathes of gold and red Our time is waiting In the wings of uncertaint
ion vibesHold tight angel Morning will soon be here Washing your pillow In swathes of gold and red Our time is waiting In the wings of uncertaint
to let us know much more.
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the mechanic sting
and the wide wave phones