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Field Recordings (Jonathan Rundman) · Love Me in a Field (Luke Bryan) · Open Field [Bonus Tracks] (Taken by Trees) · Playing The Field (The Outfield) · Gospel Alive: Sacred Recordings Made in the Field (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Field Music (Measure) (Field Music) · Field Day (Marshall Crenshaw) · Complete Ebbet’s Field Broadcast (Gene Clark) · Field Nigga Boogie/Evil (Paris) · Field of Emotion (Hydra4) – and 90 other albums »


scratches on my back
Getting followed constantly
By evil ghosts we cannot see
Knowing there are entities
Captured on our dvd's 
Different types of EVP's
walk through the field where I died
I will fight and let the voice ring true
I am the ghost
Standing next to you

Every night you go to sleep
You
me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see

Oo who
The time is getting closer
Oo who
Time to be a ghost
Oo who
Every day
to father's shame
Fighting back the bitter ages song
Oh annabell - When will you see
There's nothing left inside
At dawn we dream
Promises of love forever
Hand
own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason
and her own name there
Like the clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now away from me,
So hurriedly.
you're safe, you know you're there
The night sky rushing through your hair
The shadow cast across the fields
By silver moon that lights the night
Over
You fell from the sky
Crash landed in a field
Near the river Adur
Flowers spring from the ground
Lambs burst from the wombs of their mothers
In
Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly
My reason must allow
That
on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in Strawberry Fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom
1. I choose not to see the things that be, 
Or the miles and years that are gone.
I pay no heed to tomorrow's need,
I'm blinded by the snow
I see myself a hero
While one wings falls away
And the dial approaches zero
In a spiralling display.
My past life flashes feverishly,
And lives I did
on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in Strawberry Fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom
lives on grain 

And I want to see just once before I die
Us doin' more than just barely getting by 

So stand me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide
We're starting a rise
Now it's so true I can't go on without you by my side 
Every night we die 

Hold my breath just to see your ghost
I hold it in
mind there's a big back field
A long time ago they stopped turning yield

You should see the view there from up on the hill
I fell in love with
We take no prisoners, when it rains it pours
Give me time, give me sweet by and by
And I know we can make it through it.
When they say that it's
Lord Elderly, Lord Borrowmere
Lord Sickert and Lord Camp
With every virtue, every grace
Ah, what avails the sceptred race

Here you see the four
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
my place by the wrought iron gate
Too afraid and ashamed to advance

Today I walked through the snow
And found a field of headstones
They were in rows
The ghost of an unkissed kiss
A field of snow without footprints ?
It'll always be perfect, but we didn't get to live it

The lights that shone for
every year
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
By the padlocks holding John Brown`s gates
In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh
Where the poppies
fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I
the darkness, ever softly
She slipped on by
Down in the field
At the four roads crossing
I watched the flashing
Last blue stars of the fireflies
I stood
you'll tell me
What I can and cannot feel
And I won't be no puppet here
None of your back room deals

Modern love was invented by the minstrels in