Search results for 'Spruce Creek, PA'

sprigs peeped into empty rooms,
abandoned, like dead soldiers
-Summer
the Creek flowed silently through the Evening spruces like tense silhouettes
as if

and growing

In the power of the pine
I am opening my mind
Connecting to the one mind

In the Power of the Spruce
I am living in the truth
Heya hey hey ya heya

meet from across a shallow creek, both boys sans of cunning
Just two young lads, little versions of their dads, the moment was... just stunning

Then

more if you talk to me (yeah)
I'm from a place where you walk the streets, it's peak
This ain't Dawson's Creek, nah (ayy, ayy)

Still get deep, come

valmue og korn.

Det er godt det lyser av tømmer nok på moene ennå
ved Ångermanelvenog Deep Creek, Columbia,
som en søle efter solstrålene
rundt om i

favorite shrink
From the garden to the creek, often lovely yet i always tend to sink
Didn't realize it's a fling

That's my problem i don't see
That's my

just look like a clump
Of cells that di-di-dn't work
And You should move before I thump
Your face with that pa-pa-papers
Biome
Block
Nitro
Fast
Clio
Talk

know it is a really a good news story

Well, maybe from where she's standing it's a good news story
When you're drinking from a creek, it's not a good

by the creek
All the haters we delete

I swerve the jeep and I'm riding with my crew
They gotta fix the tires air be gettin' loose
We had to stop by

I pass through an untainted wood
Of mossy spruce and towering fir
The silent forest reassures
That for the moment life is good
And passing by

to his boiling ears
And took a bite of his squirting tobacco, spiked his log
And snarled at the white water as they all coasted by
The tingling spruce

away

Cripple Creek, Cumberland Gap
The Good Old Mountain Dew
Hope your ears are burning Aunt Ellie Mae
This racket's down to you

When Grandpa played

they go? Stand of cedar offers shelter. Globe hydrangea, spruce and
beech. Struggling yew tree at a corner. Two bush roses, pink and peach, underneath

Spruce
Hon fråga om juice, säs jag e cool, mäcken ska shoot
Michäckel som root, blöt på min sko, guzzen hon log, båt jag ska rå
Mördar Kjellvmord, 20 den

TEGNE
STJERNER PÅ HVERT STRÅ.
	
DER Å BLIR TIL ELV KAN DU SENDE 
EN DRØM MED ET LØNNEBLAD NED
MOT VIRVLENDE STRYK
DER HVOR BINGSFOSSEN BRØLER
BERUSENDE

kommer hem kommer hem
Jag ska städa upp när jag kommer hem kommer hem

Mina boys kollar på en fin spruce nu
Klantar till mig och jag spiller min juice nu

FIRE PAR ØYNE


FIRE PAR ØYNE I RING RUNDT ET BÅL
DRØMMER SOM GNISTER MOT MØRKET
VINDEN HAR LAGT SEG TIL HVILE PÅ TJERNET
ANGSTEN OG UROEN STØRKNET

Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
It's all in the spruce so I'm keeping it loose
Untethered from me you cry crocodile tears
Ignorance is bliss, 'til

Well I was thinking maybe
That baby we could run away
And if we loosen up, we'll spruce it up
And learn to live another day
I swear I never go to bed

Country Thang

John Michael Montgomery

Pictures

2002

like camp fires burnin', buttermilk churnin',
Old folks, dirt roads windin' and a-turnin',
To a muddy creek; jumpin' from a tall tree into the deep

Claro que vengo de las calles 
El chechis me jalo a lo grande
El greñas me puso al tirante 
Por club creek me vieron chambeando 
Y en el 8 me vieron

den største playboyen i Walkabout Creek
Du ser meg henge ut med Wally og Donk
Du e'kke hypp på no' problemer din punk
Oh yeah du mener at det der er en

Yo before the Greeks and the creeks
It's a old Pete Rock classic, nigga yo

Before the Greeks and the creeks
Before you could stand
Before your hands

mon backpack pour la grosse fin d'semaine
Aller virer en Gaspésie dans le hot spot que j'aime
M'en vais au Sea Shack beubé y'en a pas d'problème
Ouais