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Live at Almost Blue, October 29, 1999 (Ryan Adams) · I Can Make You Love Me/March Into The Ocean (British India) · Ugly Side: An Acoustic Evening with Blue October (Blue October) · Into the Darkness Into the Void (Black September) · Sound into Blood into Wine (Puscifer) · Teared Into Pieces/Thrown Into Desolation (Izoy) · Pacific Ocean Blue (Dennis Wilson) · The Ocean Blue (The Ocean Blue) · Pacific Ocean Blue [Legacy Edition] (Dennis Wilson) · Pacific Ocean Blue (Dennis Wilson) – and 90 other albums »
I live by the ocean And during the night I dive into it Down to the bottom Underneath all currents And drop my anchor As this is where I'm staying
Green September Burned to October brown Bare November Led to December's frozen ground The seasons stumbled round Our drifting lives
Sometime in October, We sailed from England's shore, When we sailed into a raging storm Like I've never ever seen before; And all of the crew they
I live by the ocean And during the night I dive into it Down to the bottom Underneath all currents And drop my anchor This is where IÂ´m
another season Another ocean of fiction blue Said a prayer to a dashboard Jesus Death Valley and worn out shoes Then the road turned into desert everywhere
Will find myself an ocean Sail into the blue Live with golden swordfish Forget the time of you Dance the night away Dance myself to nothing
We live on the edge of a body of water Warmed by the blood of the cold hearted Slaughter of otter Wonder how she feels mother seal It's no wonder
Glass blowers Standing by the ocean shore Pretending Spending hours on the ocean floor Live cargo Arriving to six open arms and a crowbar Pry
see this young boy trying to grow into a man And wonder how You let us live so long And once again, I'm amazed And I can see the majesty You have made
Wil find myself an ocean, Sail into the blue, Live with the swordfish, Forget the time of you. Dance the nught away. Dance myself to nothing.
Swallowed up by the ocean Swallowed up by the ocean Swallowed oh The bluest skies turned into grey Through tortured eyes I watched you change
strived the valley sides Reached the bright blue castle It appeared in defiant solitude Spreading scraps of paint Out on the October sky surface From inside
The doctor said with joy "A healthy baby boy" October 4th of 1925 His parents had a plan He'd live a better life Be a man of means Who knows, he
It is all there The earth and the ocean They contain the power Of our lives This beautiful city That surrenders To the nightfall Carving
More than fine, more than bent on getting by More than fine, more than just okay When I'm lit with sunrise I want more than just the blue skies
lied Cause I felt I had to justify each breath that I'd been breathing in this life Then I realized I was playing into someone else's rules, Trying
knows he cares By the light of the moon comes a flood of emotion Riley B. King, be the king of the ocean He's royal blue like the deep blue sea Riley B.
hands cradled at my head And knees submerging me into waves of icy seas I imagine the end Then further downward so that I can rest Cocooned by
Once upon a time I, I could bathe in the sun By the ocean so blue I could smell the rainfall And watch the pure water run The taste it was true
hay in June Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn By an old October moon I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads And I
I came out from under her warm sheets Into the brisk late October If only for one last hope I wanted my time with you to be over I'm staring up
flames, October ashes Southern skin and blue jean flashes Strike a match and light a memory We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air Tonight I'm
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty's craft To India they say, magic carpet float away, an October fateful day Mist is in the trees,
Withering tree, bearing no fruit Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into