[frukwan/gatekeeper] This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they...
We never talked about it 'cause you never even cared And what you really wanted...
Just like the driftwood of a dream Left of the seashore of sleep Just like...
oh come pity me, a poor mad sailor Stranded on this love Here i lie...
Everything is open Nothing is set in stone Rivers turn to oceans Oceans tide you...
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,...
a little bit closer, i know you're not bashful there,...
i saw something i was not supposed to see a...
the night has fallen down the staircase and i, for...
And now, we proudly present songs perverse and songs of...
now and again you’ll remember the sound of the sails...
your navel is yearning for an extension - a ghost...
Harold walks down any street of this town both crier...
Your gentleman caller, well, he's been calling on another he...
Cut it out- your self-inflicted pain is getting too routine...