Tên đầy đủ: Fatima Mansions, The
Somebody's threatened you, well, you know why Time now to pay for misdeeds you deny Life can be cheerless in intensive care Keep a cool......
A glass ravine The low clouds which wink The boughs burnt diesel and burning pig Wide rutted streets "666 park avenue", yells a big red......
I was raised to expect continuity. instead i get this.. The monster has red hair The monster has green eyes She laughs and bites her......
(lyrics / music--richard thompson) published by warlock music ltd. High up above the crowd The great valerio is walking The rope seems hung from cloud......
The windows watch me wait for you Mirror mirror, mirror mirror I've seen a world beyond their view Mirror mirror, mirror mirror Of course the......
A walk in the woods after a storm Through waves of steam and graveyard gas come overground The unwalked path, the dimming light Not day......
(music / lyrics--berry/buck/mills/stipe; new lyrics--coughlan) published by warner chappell music ("ha ha ha, that's disgusting!") Here we fuckin' go! Bring out your dead, bring out......
(lyrics/music--ministry) published by spurburn music Stronger than reason Stronger than lies The only truth i know is the look in your eyes Just like a......
Here he comes, in the dead of the month His hair falling out, his shoulders hunched Secure with his third world expectation [...] open sewers......
You awake, lying still While light makes landfall In the steel suburban room The windows show, row on row, all the same: More people are......
The postmark read "asuncion"... By the foul adriatic there can be some dramatic Variations in the temperature So you can't recall which s.s. dress to......
Lift up your head, lift up your head Your room in this decade of eathquake and bile Awaits you like a stewardess's mortuary smile You'll......
I'm here on a mission to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful. you see, it's like this: you're running down......
The model volcano by the giant gas tank The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank The poorhouse next to the uniroyal palace A......
A box full of groceries Rotten clothes, she's torn her knees In the main street chill She sleeps at night in broke-down cars Squirts the......
He and she, their empty house He's awake, she sleeps His eyes are for one sight alone--the purple window Now his desires, his secret wish......
The jet plane draws a jagged wound along the dimming autumn sky His breath steams on ahead of him as through the tenement he does......
The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white, Is rapping on your window 'cause he knows you're hiding here tonight He's travelled from the city......
This truck stop: rancid gravy A man with no hands waving And the dog 'round my leg bumps and grinds It rains for miles out......
(retail groceries...) Do you know how jesus feels When he's behind his sportscar wheel And the windscreen glass is all gummed up with blood? Do......