Search results for 'Dove Grey'

Dove Grey Sands

Feeder

Pushing the Senses

2005

Lead by devotion 
Celebrate 
Celebrate
Celebration 
Dove grey sands 

Lead by devotion 
Celebrate 
Celebrate 
Celebrate now 
Dove grey sands

I know my violent love lays
Down in a row of silent, dove-gray days
Here, in a row of silent, dove-gray days

Wherever I go, I am snowbound
By

would would you like to say
I feel like its time to trade in your pain
Now fly on little gray dove
Ended on a bad note on our love
Hope you meet a lot

my next play/
Future thoughts in a dove grey Buick LaSab/
Doing what you say prove reserved for chosen few/Everybody blowing through cause that money

Black on Gold

Rudimentary Peni

Cacophony

Lapiz lazuli Turquiose and amethyst Black on gold Viridian and jasmine Tan and black Ruby and cinnabar Dove grey -puke pink Onyx and bronze

The Bridge

Scott Walker

Scott 2

1968

White doves turned gray and flew away
And so did Madelaine

Do It!

Meat Loaf

Couldn't Have Said It Better

2003

it comes to being careful

Do it, 
do it, 
just do it!

There's a man in my street keeps a flock of gray doves
And he's set in his ways, wearin'

thorny foundations began to fold that dove, that was love, took on a grey demeanour.
ct first, it just looked like it dirtied its feathers; its shape, its

and found a way to coax my spirit from the gray
(You coaxed my spirit from the gray)
And like a dove (Just like a dove) the spirit lying dormant soared with

Dragnet Drag

Peter Murphy

Love Hysteria

1988

of bigger lairs 

Look at them now
Look at them do 
Look they found the dove
Their triad song too

A grey surprise 
Swirls below
They could be happy

the days go by
Textures, she gets physical with her dirty hands
No need for words

Grey doves fly when she screams through a broken glass
Impatient calls dye

war from a cousin
Love fades to a grey dove so quick
Hold it while it's white for a moment

Pass over your class holder
I change the names in that

the moon is blood red, prophets old and young have all said
Now see the changing of our times

And far, far off I hear the calling of a dove
Though feathers

Orphan songs and slipping glimpses
Goldfinch sky sprints in the distance
Planet veiled in false causation
Skips into a bad rotation

Gray doves sink

c love undying, grey doves flying 
c lifetime spent trying to get to you 
What's there for me to do 
Brown leaves falling, mountains calling 
cm I

the bathtub,
That’s a pigeon baby, why'd you call that shit a grey dove?
This way deeper, right now I feel lust,
I just want you to trust me for a second,
Need

See the grey dove
Up in the green elm tree

Raising his feathers
Shaking out his wings
High up in the leaves
He calls across the trees
Doesn't care

Be My Thrill

The Weepies

Be My Thrill

Be my thrill
My little white pill
My unpaid bill
The one who will

Be my love
My little grey dove
My push and my shove
My heaven above

Pigeon

Stone Gossard

Bayleaf

sleeping around
There goes the pop, there goes my ears
And I've been around so long, just not here
There goes the wings, of my grey dove
There goes

in disguise
Kisses infused with cherry love
Poisonous veins kill the dove

Float away
Sky is gray
I've gone through it all
Can't complain
And on my

There's ole Gray with her dove-winged hat
There's ole Green with her sewing machine
Where's the bobbinet?
Tote an old grain in a printed sack

it does
I'm inquisitive, and infinitely interested in what is above
So below
I'm a low blown, grey, stone dove
When I take flight, I'm a rogue rider

wintery road
After icy stars, heaven above
Grey patterned dove
After crushing
And bliss
And speaking low
In the streets of Rome
After eager sweet kiss
After

braid chains over my chest
I woke upside your head
Your name ripened under the moon
You woke up singing like a loon

I know a secret
Pigeons are doves