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Albums:

Your Daughters and Your Sons (The Duhks) · Daughters of Water, Sons of the Sea (Jesse Boggs) · First Families of Country: Sons & Daughters (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lock Up Your Daughters (Motörhead) · Mother Fist and Her Five Daughters (Marc Almond) · Daughters of the Alamo (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daughters of Texas (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Daughters (Nas) · Daughters of the Kaos/In Search of Manny (Luscious Jackson) · Eleven Daughters (Aaron Immanuel Wright) – and 90 other albums »


Daughter of practice
daughter of tactic
daughter of machinery
this shameless cave
of the entrails
is always accommodating

Shove your
arms sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

When we arrive sons
yourself

All your whiskered friends their wings and life
Who knows what 'o' ever reason why
Daughter can you have sons for yourself
Daughter can you
bring us your sons and bring us your daughters
I won't forsake thee deep in the blue sea
I'll take you home 

Brides of Neptune cross the water
bring
yourself

All your whiskered friends their wings and life
Who knows what 'o' ever reason why
Daughter can you have sons for yourself
Daughter can you
to the zoo
Tonight won't you think we'd have fun
My daughter my son one by one
My daughter my son one by one

Softly in the winter time
Softly, when it
daughters and your sons
Fill us up, till we overflow
With Your love until the whole world knows
You are the King of Love

Give us hearts that long to see
Sons and mothers
Red hand rise
Side door bones
Belly and limbs
Mudslide daughter
Wrung sweet wine
Nail and dime

A glasswork heart
Yolk
By the Adriatic waters
Venetian sons and daughters
Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars

It was written by a Latin
A gondolier who sat in
toothbrush
Along with a copy of the Nouvelle Observateure
While your sons and daughters who registered naught
Under intensive electronic scanning
You
We are the saints
We are the children
We've been redeemed
We've been forgiven
We are the sons and daughters of our God

Children of God, sing your song
By the Adriatic waters
Venetian sons and daughters
Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars
It was written by a Latin

A gondolier who sat in
lies 
Fear in your eyes 
Give me a son and daughter 

There is nothing I can see in my mind 
A picture of you painted so vividly 
Blood runs
floating
Across the sky

Little ones
My sons and my daughters
Your sweat is salty, I am why
I am why
I am why
Your sweat is salty, I am why
I am why
Doctor told him son I'm sorry
But Catherine needs your prayers tonight
Morning light brought Sam a daughter
Fever took his better half
Sam gave
In hot water 
(when they fall by the way)
Sons and daughters
(they don't do)
What they oughta

Tell me something
Where you staying tonight
Your
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now

When
of their children run from your arms
Sons of your sands or sons passing by

Children we lost in a lullaby
Sons of true love and sons of regret
All
(When they fall by the way)
Sons and daughters
(They don't do)
What they oughta

Tell me something
Where you staying tonight
Your folks 
Have
Build an ark head for the open water
Save your sons and your daughters
Build an ark

Build an ark when the storm is ended
You'll know the world
You set us up above all the stars
You set us on a high place by where you are
While we were dead you made us your friends
And scattered our debt
Build an ark head for the open water
Save your sons and your daughters
Build an ark

Build an ark when the storm is ended
You'll know the world
so dearly loved
And ransomed by the saviour's blood
Called by name, daughter and son
Wrapped in the robe of righteousness
still call my name
Oh, I bid you peace, jerusalem

these seven hills will be your resting place
Our sons and our daughters
May never feel the grace
Within
one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Young...take it, it's yours...