Lyrics:
and bred
An eighteenth century brain
In a twenty first century head
If some of this fits some of you
Or like the things that you might do
It's
An eighteenth century brain
In a twenty first century head
Room at the top -- so eighteenth century
Room at the top -- so eighteenth century
Room at the top
what the hell I like it
There is always room at the top
Don't let them tell you there is not
Made in England born and bred
An eighteenth century brain
From the eighteenth century's cobblestone streets
With the horse and the carraiges to rest our feet
To the train and city tram
Came the birth
The Divine Comedy's Casanova - a collection of songs for bass baritone and ensemble, inspired by the writings of the eighteenth century Venetian
In colonial, Brazil, Para Belem
Amazon, Eighteenth, Century
Portuguese, By royal decree
Gave white men, Rights to breed
Indigenous, Habitats, Of that,
we're lookin' back to see
the eighteenth century
talkin' bout the shit that went down
after the fall of culloden
that's when prince charlie ran away
compensated
But within a flash
We were replaced
We were traded for machines without a face
And just like that
in London town in the late, late eighteenth
Randal will you speak for us
The fields of the eighteenth century
Haggerston been, Haggerston gone
Vanished with the onset of industry
Haggerston right,
Who?
His name was Leopardi!
Who?
His name was Leopardi!
Born in the eighteenth century
up in the hills of Recanati
A small village far from it all
UNCLE WALTER:
B-Benjamin Franklin... is...
Excuse me. Benjamin Franklin is... one of the most prolific inventors of the eighteenth century! Thank
stream of the poor
Eighteenth century was this boy
Father died suicide mum actin like a whore
"You are very hard to live with" said his mother
To little
In eighteenth century
There was a man who!
Invented the sunglasses
But he didn't know
How great was the achievement
It was!
The beginning of new live
serpentine
Blunt yellow in such a room!
You should have had plums tonight
In an eighteenth-century dish
And pettifogging buds
For the women of primrose
The Legend of Ali Lake Mountain
In the Eighteenth Century
In the district of Kahramanmaras
A shepherd named Ali
Tended his flocks near the Nurhak
We're lookin' back to see
The eighteenth century
Talkin' bout the shit that went down
After the fall of culloden
That's when prince charlie ran away
to be
I wanna be free from the chains that are slowing me
This ain't the eighteenth century so there's no slavery
Unchain me and I promise I'll be first
our ears flaying of satyrs by firelight Soon, not late many moons well I know struck the horses Head the aristocratic state of the Eighteenth century
yeah One five oh Jacko Vitiligo let's not get so superman Eighteenth Century Atheist thrown into old father Thames Aboriginal sinners we are
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