Blue splinter and grow New crystals of snow Seen several kinds Through seven below
I keep old feelings locked In the room below soft kisses Stained wine glasses And outside the snow Broken windows Wilted flowers And we stayed happy
Vertaling: Marc Almond. De kamer beneden.
Blue, splinter and grow New crystals of snow Seen several kinds Through seven below
As I look out of my window I see your face in each shadow on the street below me And as I hear the hard rain falling I wonder will you be calling,
running shit but your mouth Cause shit ain't worked all day and it's on [Hook: DJ Muggs scratching quotes below] Ugh, YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! - [Flavor
I'ma be a little selfish Be a little selfish Just lay right there and don't you move I'm in control tonight La, la, la Lock you up in my room Be my
I left the house, left the room with the foxy on my back And my supplies in a magic pack And I followed the sound of music Not up a hill but down to an
the inexorable force - and sheer joy - of their live performances, delivered in a format perfect for lounge-rooms, backyards, BBQ's, cafes, road trips
the waterfront Evil in the air When the Chinatown patrol came down To bring a little order there They came in undercover To the laundry's back room
ones Or pray for the ones who don't know? Did you rejoice for the people Who walked from the rubbel And sob for the ones left below? Did you burst out
A winter's day, in a deep and dark December I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock
Deep in my heart, there's no room for crying But I'm trying to see your point of view Deep in my heart, I'm afraid I'm dying I'd be lying if I said I'
pointed spire that rose into the center of the room. Up and up toward the ceiling, gracefully it stretched not yielding to the confines of the smallish room
These are nights below And that's the moon above And those are eyes that say, "You're mine" Why can't we combine these an' that an' those? These are
rap shit Luda, I'm a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible
Wind blows snow outside my windows Crowd below runs wild in the streets Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys Heading for the finish line
every room In the aftermath the place felt haunted By all the things we didn't do And the memory of what we wanted Slowed it down below a waltz Where