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through is more painfully blue hobble on
Or the floors feel like fast rising non-clipping glitch hobble on
Get the flowers of sulphur, potassium nitrate

the garden
Marbled graceful towers with sulphur flowers

And I fall at the break of dawn
And comrades fade with faces torn
And I fall at the break of dawn

with sulphur

Regain the flower of youth
The prime of life
With the rite of spring

We whom no death chills stand in awe
Of your attempt to redeem us

as Jupiter's sulphur mines
Say my arrows are made of desire, desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
(Way down by the Methane Sea, yeah)
I have

Voodoo Chile

Jimi Hendrix

Martin Scorsese Presents the Blues: Jimi Hendrix

2003

as Jupiter's sulphur mines
Say my arrows are made of desire, desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
(Way down by the Methane Sea, yeah)
I have

Voodoo Chile [Live]

Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood

Crossroads Guitar Festival 2010

2010

picture frame
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows, 'cause I'm a voodoo chile

My arrows are made of desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines

picture frame
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows, 'cause I'm a voodoo chile

My arrows are made of desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines

as Jupiter's Sulphur mines 
Say my arrows are made of desire, desire 
From far away as Jupiter's Sulphur mines 
I have a hummingbird and it hums so loud 
You

some water in the radiator
Bum a cigarette from an old man with a flower print shirt
And he reminds you of your grandpa who always drove a Pontiac
And he

Flowers of Eden
There's a garden of evil
Everytime i look into your eyes

There's sulphur in the air
A harvest of the war we share
The war is closing

Beyond the Grace of God

Marduk

Germania

1997

Where I walk, everything appears in grey
And under my shadow, the flowers wither
I have drunk the blood of Jesus, and my reflection is just

staring up at the ceiling
Spring can really hang you up the most

Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers
And to them I'd like to drink a toast
I walk

Lord knows I'm a Voodoo Chile
Well my arrows are made of desire
From far away as
Jupiter's sulphur mines
Say my arrows are made
of desire, desire,
from

Oretown

The Pogues

Pogue Mahone

1996

Air's foul and choking
Sky is full of sulphur
Hills flat and broken

Black fogs and whirlwinds
The thunder and rain
Open drink madness
Purple mad pain

and smoke

Air's foul and choking

Sky is full of sulphur

Hills flat and broken



Black fogs and whirlwinds

The thunder and rain

Open drink madness

at the ceiling
Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most!

Morning's kiss wakes TREEES and flowers
And to them I'd like to drink a toast
I walk in the park just

I'm traveling in a burning vehicle 
Hint of sulphur on my breath 
Misfortune scratching at the window 
I'm on speaking terms with death 

We will

at the ceiling
Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most!

Morning's kiss wakes TREEES and flowers
And to them I'd like to drink a toast;
I walk in the park just

and in my mind
Fine
I really think it's time
That we reconcile
That we reconcile
Let the teardrops kiss flowers on my grave
When I turned around
I took my

As we decline in our ways
This waste in our veins
Sulphur winds blow our way
Malady sings its refrain

Frozen
Disconnected pathways
Dismembered

lair
Fill your lungs with sulphur air
You think you know all about me
But I was never your enemy 

Inside, a voracious fire
To guide, chide, spur

A fork
A perfume
A spoon
Cotton
Flowers
Matches
A rose
A candle
A mirror
A drinking glass
A polaroid camera
A feather
Chains
Nails
A needle
A safety pin

where it grows
Lungs are full of sulphur, eyes are open sores
He kisses all my wounds with his mouth full of thorns
No, you can't take it from me
No, you

-yeah, call me sour, 
I've been the cause of fallen flowers
I don't got time for no bitching or whining
cause this motherfucker's been up for hours

I look