Search results for 'Colour Transient Improvement'

for improvement
I can see a little room for improvement
Are you sure you want the glass translucent?
I can see a little room for improvement

I'm a one

a beautiful morning (It's a beautiful morning)
(In our) Dream home
(In our) Dream home

Straight life
Away from alternative culture
Transient people

into your eyes
Forgive, forget like every time
But i've realised

I'm your quick rush of colour
A transient lover
Dead end but
I'm still stuck in

Simple things in transient colours

Now tell me everything 
Tell me everything you'd like 
And I'll be listening 
Like the silence on a summer night 
One

Swept beneath the prairie arch
Over Livingstone's range
Crocus bear the tones of March
Living colour arranged
And dabbed in little dots here

All flows
Nothing is permanent, all is transient

Man as God's brother
Higher than Angels it seems
Not fallen but divine
So why is perfection so

Self-improvement’s free and I really want to see you love yourself for me.
If you have trouble fitting down chimneys
And your health is at risk, let alone your knees

threats
Tryna keep the system clear
Now we got it moving
Everything is loading
We wanna see improvements
We aiming top tier
Gotta lot fears
But I gotta

you in the bed next to me
For a little while we had everything we'd need
cll the edges were glowing, look at all the colours we had 
Permanent memories,

gave me

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most fucked up one of them all

This is not just black and white
It speaks to me like a thousand colours

All the colours running through my mind
Couldn’t seem to hide
My father’s eyes

The thread of transients flowing through my

many women are dying
Men's behavior portrayed in such hideous colours
Are they supposed to bottle up feelings
Never being able to vent even if they went

Ju-ju-ju-just spacing
Limbo Limbo, I need rush
Limbo, You need shush
Every colour or just mush
Mix it up paintbrush
Hot and cold, I'll do both
Do I rest or Do I

Faint Heart and the Sermon

Peter Hammill

Searching for Diamonds

1984

With my face drained of colour
And my brain of blood
Like Billy Budd
I'm lashed to the grating,
With senses growing duller
And with quaking

Faint-Heart and the Sermon

Peter Hammill

In Camera

1974

With my face drained of colour
And my brain of blood
Like Billy Budd
I'm lashed to the grating;
With senses growing duller
And with quaking

man)
Off colour vans (ou, damn)
Walk on the beach (ey)
Then we go fuck up the sands (ou, man)
Look at a bitch and i fuck it up (ey)
Walk in the VIP with

always would defend him
All because  you thought he was your bro 
Only a matter of time before his true colour show
You tried to put him on but he’s moving

doing
Does my chat need a little improvement?
I know you're not so keen on these skinny jeans
Do they effect my movement?
So call me daily tell me you're

And being stupid ain't no improvement

I wanna go where diversity sings darling
You oughta know there ain't nothing better
I wanna know the way the mood

Make an improvement move with the movement


No justice no peace 
we need to be heard we need to be seen
 
We walk together cuz colour don’t change

beats new riddims
Braga lifestyle thats another way of living
Show the true colours but keep the hues hidden
Too fast too furious im the villain
And i rev

stupid and useless 
I should be able to move and get through this 
Without feeling clueless in what I am doing 
Or telling my people 
Improvement is