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Reverse Cyclone (Brother Bliss) · Cyclone (Baby Bash) · Middle Cyclone (Neko Case) · Middle Cyclone [Advance Promo Single] [Barnes & Noble Exclusive] (Neko Case) · Middle Cyclone (Neko Case) · Medusa Cyclone (Medusa Cyclone) · Cyclone (Baby Bash) · Susan Rode the Cyclone (The Wave Pictures) · Cyclone (Tangerine Dream) · Cyclone Raymond (Mental as Anything) – and 90 other albums »


coming through
Emptiness follows too
A cyclone full on feeling
In the silence of the room

Defended by defendants
Corrected by the pain
Inspected by
at the fingertips, at the fingertips

Hold tight cyclone
A fool to continue but love keeps me holding on
And it feels good real slow
I love you to hurt but pain
to come clean
Got intervened by dream that was sweet
With a three-sixty degrees turn on the globe
And now you got me runnin' around my area code.

You
to come clean
Got intervened by dream that was sweet
With a three-sixty degrees turn on the globe
And now you got me runnin' around my area code.

You
wherever I'd go
Rain came down where I made my stand
And the cyclone rose with a wave of my hand

There is a game that's only played in a darkened room
I shall reborn as a faceless one
Darkly, splendid world, confinement in rapture

Unbearable pain I share
My carnal past I deny
Timeless life They
your please-me groove (?)
Lost, bitter, pain is flowing through
She's just a flower choked by weeds
I've got to try to cure my need
Obsessed with
Blue Cyclone, Oooh

Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
you by your mother's name
Trout belly silk, a brace of shakes
Tell your man my hands are itching
Lose your shame, see it slow
Two lane cyclone red
Razor blade maze 
Shelter from your pain 

There's a cyclone in your mind 
It's throbbing at the end of a lie 
But here and now 
Life is a great
When we laugh,
Our soul's being tickled
By the past.
When we weep,
Our smiles 'n giggles,
Secrets keep.
[Chorus]
Pleasure is kisses within'.
cyclones
Breathing along the isle
Of no return
The gavel crashes upon
A system built for
The substitute fix only to shatter
Crisp brittle sorrow
Smacks hard
like primitive pagans worshipping idols of pleasure and pain they pray
Spirits will come possess their souls

Your mind aches, your knees begin to shake
can't taste
Grotesque distortions, dark cyclones
Virtual abattoir, sadist's womb

A host to parasites every day and night
The need for something more
to come so naturally 
How you annoy me 
How you destroy me 

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone 
But don't mind me 
And chased by a cyclops
and now it has been done
your nightmare had me fooled
tragedy all gone and overruled
your world is dry of pleasure
your world is full of pain
flee
Engulfed in an infernal cyclone
Created by (our) blasphemy

Religious bodies crossed the sky
The vision was our wine
Roar of fire, feeble
Whipped in the eye by the sand
Malicious have light of day obscured
The sun has burned my skin
Open wounds are licked by sand

To be punished by
We hail our light
The sun of Satan
For with thy might
Come forth
We dominate the world
By one mightful force

See the slaughtering
Growing
how the weather has changed
Cyclones, dust storms, blacktop trains
Cyclones, dust storms, blacktop trains

Ooo-ooo on a blacktop train
They're
out there she goes she's gone
Screamin' straight through Texas like a mad dog cyclone
Big and red and silver she don't lay no smoke
She's a fast
to come so naturally 
How you annoy me 
How you destroy me 

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone 
But don't mind me 
And chased by a cyclops
make a scene
And play it out all wrong

New York is loud
And we’re turning it up tonight

Tonight

I’m not so worried
About tomorrow’s pain
All
If I ever were to lose you,
I'd surely lose myself
Everything I have found here,
I've not found by myself,
Try and sometimes you'll succeed,
To make
The female cannonball 
Projected through five flaming hoops 
To wild and shocked applause 
To wild and shocked applause 

Ophelia was a tempest cyclone