The Room with the Sir John A. View Weeping Tile

I heard you play guitar You got pedals around your feet like rocks around a fire I don't know if we'll meet, I don't know who you are You're just a traveled ghost that I admire from afar Under the houselights

King Lion Weeping Tile

If I could be King Lion for a day, the hour hand would spin away But I don't want draw, everything else is a bore Why do we have to stop and wait until tomorrow?

U.f.o. Rosie Weeping Tile

A white buffalo you say And paper to roll With the prophecy way When the snakes criss-cross Like roads over land Get an aerial view of arable land They saw a UFO in the valley There's an alien in the street

2 Weeping Tile

StrI' me down, lose my memories Cleaned as a bone, wiped and plain As me as you, bury the room 2" behind my eyes Well cut it clear cut it all out A state of siege I'm callin' for I know what to do but

The Grin Weeping Tile

Hark now hear a man is calling Looking for a story line Go along just for the effort I went along just for a good time It doesn't look like it would kill you But it doesn't really thrill you It looked

Chicken Weeping Tile

Puerile, hapless Going to a strapless party Checkin' your toes for leaches Checkin' your hair for lice Blue sandals wide beaches It's the heat that makes it Feel so nice You got it all over your fingers

Pushover Weeping Tile

I am so light I get swept up on to the dust pan with dust and when it comes to her I am a pushover you're getting in the way (you're getting in the way) you're getting in the way (you're getting in) you're

Don't Let It Bring You Down Weeping Tile

Old man lying by the side of the road With the lorries rolling by, Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load And the buildings scrape the sky, Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn And the morning

Poked Weeping Tile

I poked my eye with my finger Lying on the bed Now I'm sneezing and I'm blowing And I can't clear my head Is the pressure in the air from an August storm thats rumbling?

Tom's Shoe Repair Weeping Tile

Up the dark back stairs in the smell of glue from the shoe repairs Feeling the way up to the smokestack apartment Where you live and I stay I've only got a half an hour here, I'll tell you so you know

Goin' Out Weeping Tile

When the days close on the memories you've acquired And your body cannot hold your soul's fire You are here and not alone everybody has come home There's a bed made up upstairs if you get tired All the

Good Fortune Weeping Tile

You walked away away from us Pulling weeds in the later afternoon sun Off somewhere alone to take one last look at a life you had begun And I set off my boots on gravel Potholed lane just tagging on

Every Good Story Weeping Tile

How could I stay for another day When I know you have long come and gone What is there left here to do I walk the block and window shop I'm still singing that same old song I used to sing with you Everyone

Unshaven Weeping Tile

I still got my ticket From the empire state wicket Where we took it up 110 It was four for observatory You're lookin' straight down to gridlock Corner story Let's go uptown tomorrow We'll do it again Don't

Anyone Weeping Tile

I can see it in your eyes You are still following that same line It shouldn't come as a surprise I said my love is kind, but not always that kind And now it's too late to change fate But you can't

1st Lady Weeping Tile

Major merger Going down Straight from the word Democracy rides With the top down Isn't that what I heard?

Westray Weeping Tile

A natural disaster comes out wasn't natural after all In a small town on the east coast, well they've gathered in a firehall And who forgot to let the canary out?

In the Road Weeping Tile

She calls early in the morning about money that I might have spent It's a classic case of I dont know where it went I want this to read like a letter And I want it to ring like a phrase Somewhere out in

Through Yr Radio Weeping Tile

We fought for an hour on the phone I wish I was there with you, but no This is where I said I would be So we talk via links under the sea Someone's coming through your radio Latest forecast six inches

Dogs and Thunder Weeping Tile

A rifle sits behind your sleeping ear. Echo on the cold wall, closest neighbour couldn't hear. We'd dug a hole in the fall, so now it's a frozen burial. And she's gone, just before the new year.

Can't Get Off Weeping Tile

Under lights He sits and waits for something to come to him From the heights Or the hot place in hell he reserved He won't try It's there or it's not but a chance is slim That it will drop, and hit the

South Of Me Weeping Tile

South of me Or west I see When I look on a map like that I'll meet you somewhere in between Where did it start?

I Repeat Weeping Tile

I repeat this is a test Will you know more when you know less The underlining garment chest The thing alone is shadowless The thing alone is wonderment It's powerless if we forget Know the clouds the carry

Old Perfume Weeping Tile

I've been feeling sick all day Wish I'd asked you to stay 'Cause I need a little takin' care of Maybe you didn't know That I didn't want you to go But who do I say it to now, love You're like an old perfume

Judy G. Weeping Tile

I got a groove I' my head, man One, two, three... five Well I used to write lists I used to like this What would I miss if I was gone?

Cold Snap Weeping Tile

Someone always leaves that light on I have dreams that little boys burn the house They set afire The ivy in the window pane up from the ground Fire drills unskilled They're uniformed Wallpaper's warm Wallpaper's

Sir John Carach Angren

from within Stitch him back up so he survives Eating intestines to keep ourselves alive Thirteen days starving to death since they bombed this place All the roads blocked the forest stocked full of mines

Blake's View M. Ward

"Death is just a door" Blake said it first It's just another room we enter It's the threshold that hurts Birth is just a chorus And Death is just a Verse In the great song of spring That the mockingbrids

John Barleycorn Traffic

And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn was dead. They've let him lie for a very long time, 'Til the rains from Heaven did fall.

John Barleycorn Jethro Tull

John Barleycorn (trad./Anon) There were three men, came out of the west, Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn must die!

ISABEL John Denver

ISABEL Words and Music by John Denver from the album TAKE ME TO TOMORROW Isabel is waiting In a room of many shadows Her eyes like flashing diamonds Shining brightly from the sea Her hair

Brother John Blues Traveler

Brother John Music: Chan Kinchla Lyrics: John Popper & Bobby Sheehan Are you sleeping Brother John If you feel like weeping Brother John Please won't you hear me Brother John Just wait and

Sir, Yes Sir Tomahawk

We all know our place Like the trophy in the case We are never known The wallpaper in the room We all know the joys See the beauty of our toy We are not your song Elevator, shopping malls We all

John Barleycorn Steeleye Span

There were three men Came from the west Their fortunes for to tell, And the life of John Barleycorn As well.

Lady Grinning Soul John Norum

She'll come, she'll go She'll lay belief on you Skin sweet with musky odor The lady from another grinning soul Cologne she'll wear Silver and Americard She'll drive a beetle car And beat you down at cool

John Barleycorn (Live) Fairport Convention

There were three men come out of the west their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn would die They've ploughed they've sown they've harrowed thrown clods upon his

Sir John In Love Again Amazing Blondel

Love is like a never ending flame it brightens everywhere Lights a way to truth and not to blame you should endeavour there Sir John is in love again Merry wife may seem forbidden fruit and set a

John Wayne Cigarettes After Sex

He’s got so much love for her, But he doesn’t know what to do Sitting in the car waiting outside her school He’s in for a heartbreak if it’s all been blind faith from my point of view Baby, he

John Barleycorn (Must Die) Traffic

And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn was dead. They've let him lie for a very long time, 'Til the rains from Heaven did fall.

Room With A View Wall of Voodoo

My Room with a view Views a room with a view That views my Room with a view I say My Room with a view Views a room with a view That views my Room with a view You look three stories up See a patch of blue

Light Up Or Leave Me Alone Traffic

his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed

great indoors john mayer

Check your pulse it's proof that you're not listening to The call your life's been issuing you The rhythm of a line of idle days Scared of a world outside you should go explore Pull all the shades

Magenta (Days Go By) John Splithoff

You're sky high Over the Moon Under the table Caught up in the view You go from twilight To indigo rooms Looking for someone Who's looking at you So you can Keep on forgetting All the regretting Things

Rose Room John Kirby, John Kirby & His Orchestra

I want to take you to a little room A little room where all the roses bloom I want to lead you into Nature's hall Where ev'ry year the roses give a ball They have an orchestra up in the trees For their

The Diving Board Elton John

Above the people Out on a limb fragile and adored But who below knows that You're still a mystery Way up on the diving board Sink or swim I can't recall Who said that to me When I was sixteen And full

save room john legend

Let’s get the fire burning Oh, I know, I keep it burning right If you stay, won\'t you stay stay Save room for my love Save room for a moment to be with me Save room for my love save a little

Weeping Soweto String Quartet

I knew a man who lived in fear It was huge it was angry it was drawing near Behind his house a secret place Was the shadow of the demon he could never face He built a wall of steel and flame And men with

Dear John Au Pairs

Dear John, cherchez la femme? Dear John, round the bend? Dear John, still looking for me? Dear John, still like what you see?

Weeping Giants Willow

house of fall On the yellow brick house It was a giant explosion With every violation Over feels in taunts all got up in the cloud The weeping giants will arrive If we give it all this time The

The Cure Dead Letter Circus

This feels insane The less you know Now is worth more than anything You will engage and breathe it Toxic The burn Show me where the progress exists Without the protest Hide behind the faint lines Built