Search results for 'bone+oil'

the banks of the mire
The Raven used to be a man
To be a man the 'bots desire

Oil my weary bones
And oil my weary bones

The raven and the robot collecting

blood
Forests permanently mud

Torn to shreds in blood-soaked soil
You are left with bones and oil
Wrought in chaos ever-changing
Balance within higher

just us two
We should go... up to my room
Up to my room

Girls play with the big bone
Smooth oil on my skin tone
Touch me stimulate my nerves
Navigate

doesn't want to give

I never thought I would end up down here
With the mammoths and the milky bones
Oil slick and endless
Oil slick and endless

Carry my

(All day long) oil jones
Like dinosaur bones deep
Beneath your feet

Everything used to go to my head
Now go to my ass my booty, my booty
I'm working

sweet like coke
na the oil Naim dey gather all your helpers to the fold 
na the oil Naim dey make all of your enemies dey bone because them no go

was built just like the devil said

Alle meine experimente sind misslungen
Seit der entdeckung der schwarze kunst

Inject the bone oil pull

Pusher

Alt-J

This Is All Yours

2014

layer of hope and doubt
Will crush bones to oil in time

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?
I pull the weight towards me
And I lack the zest

Pusher

Alt-J

This Is All Yours

2014

layer of hope and doubt
Will crush bones to oil in time

Are you a pusher or are you a puller?
I pull the weight towards me
And I lack the zest

Diesel dinosaur bones shifting in the oil tanker
Anchored at the bottom of
Dredging up the lies that you feed to the bird
Nudging at your heart

standing far below
Watching wolves you seem to know
As your voice still carries on
In your never-ending song
And my blood begins to boil
And my bones

sing their song
Hail the lords of death
Harbingers of blood and oil
Soulless
Callous
Draining the life
From your bones
Mindless
Heartless
Crushing all,

oil and bones
Slick skin throw me a stone
No need to ask when you're taking
An excellent look when your morals are shaken
I've got hands over my eyes

What kind of war
Can keep you alive
What kind of hate
Can save you from harm
Bone of steel and oil instead of blood
So am I stronger now?
It's

the righteous, there's a lightness here
For the lightless, falling without feel
Is without fear

Recoil from ash and bone and oil
Atop towers of light
where God's

a pit 
Every dish is some fish 

Got fillet or them bones
That’s oil base or dat strong 

We got keys or got zones
Never talk on no phones 

Imma whip me

Joan Jett of Arc

Clem Snide

The Ghost of Fashion

2001

And the birds that were crushed 
Once had air in their bones 
As oil was refined in her honor

of pain or severed bone
Without the memory of melting oil
That day, that day, that day, that day
That day, the child dies full of scarlet lead
That day,

All beneath the foot of man, a bed of oil and bone
A stampede where I may roam
As we swallow into Earth's mouth of muck and mire
I rescue me from

Eyes of oil
Bones of glass
An automatic assumption of all life lost
Light of my heart
Light of my life
Light of the soggy basement laundry room
Dim,

Short and sweet
I'm just bouta talk my shit doe
Uhh

Gold on my body, I feel like Razor Ramon
Thick red shawty, I know she gon let me bone
No

wonderful
And all because I know it isn't real
You only realize that someday you will die once
And every day thereafter is a gift
Some day your bones turn

of soil, measures the pass of time
My bones will turn to oil, shift another paradigm
Nothing is fair in love or war or peace
Nothing is fair in this chaotic

cloud fills the blue sky, until the acid rain sets in
Not 'til the coral reef is bleached bone white
Until the oil wells are bled dry, until the forests