Search results for 'peat+bog'

the never-ending peat
It were that that nearly finished me, it nearly had me beat
Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs
You'd never credit it--they burn the stuff

Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing, gaunt and bare

We are the peat

Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing, gaunt and bare

We are the peat

his song
No-one to stand up to scream
What they’re doing to us is wrong

We’re peat bog soldiers
Fighting to stay as one
This mud’s our battlefield
Our

Creepy Crawling

Chumbawamba

Tubthumper

1997

night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?

Corvino, carrion crow
Skulking with his mobile
Slippery peat-bog eyes
Stick-on smiley smile

south

Eternity in my town
Time will erace us
Into the coal dust

I will die in a peat bog
And history will
Forget about me

A warm day
A warm day
Brown grass
Scorched
Lead the way
Lead the way
Found the path
Torch
Burns bright
Bog fire
Peat moss
Quagmire
Everglades
No we

Outsider

Chumbawamba

Tubthumper

1997

mobile 

Slippery peat-bog eyes 
Stick-on smiley smile 
Small print like quicksand 
Not a wooden leg to stand on 

Sinking through my stomach

My heart is as dark as the soil sodden with winter rains.
My soul is as heavy as the peat freshly dug from the bog.
My thoughts swirl like willow

fucking Easter 

Lay in the plastic grass and sleep 

Not much further to the peat mans bog
Goddess loves you  Peat moss hugs you 
Drink the mud

another howling dog
I'm a child of the goddamn peat bog
Honey, I swear it's the city smog
That's making me cry  

Father
But there's no promised land
Just rain and peat bogs here

Tell me will I at all remain the same, is it
Gonna be a little shame or aeroplanes?
Dear

a cowlick
You wouldn't get it
I got a cowlick
The peat bog is on fire
Flooded with avian desire
Colossal sized
On his day
He will get his way
Since

sanity and life are dear to you, 
stay away from the peat bogs сат
The story It's written by blood, 
The blood of my soul 
 
I've been here for many years

I see this clearly, but the past Oh, the, the, the, the, the, the, the past
Oh, you know the darkness will last A peat bog ago, Trillene You're caught

tops
But all they can hear is the wind

Through deep hidden glens with inky-blue shadows
Round peat bog and moorland, past woodland and meadow
They hunt

contour residue

Descending the peat bog fire

A Kaleidoscope of chemicals form minerals 
Morphed into very wroth, cancer cells
my dark existence

Red Horse Rainbow

Clutch

Pure Rock Fury

2001

CALL THE ROYAL GUARD TO LET THE PEOPLE IN.
FLAMING ARROWS BY HUNDREDS. 

PULL THE BOG-MAN FROM THE PEAT. STAND HIM UP ON BOTH HIS FEET.
HE JIGS

methods of death
The heart and brain consumed
Never to rise again
Staked to the ground
What did they fear
Beneath the peat and the mosses of the bog

It’s grey bricks, stones and this cold wind
Carrying the smell of the hops
And the peat bog slowly burning
Brings me straight back to my youth
It’s

someday
Cross that peat bog trench
If I'm to find a way
Not just misdeeds avenge
It has to be a small role
I have to lay down low
Not play the part of some

wound
As the sun burns seedlings
On a hot humid day
A tiresome lethargy
Would come his way

Sidestepping sinkholes
And wild herbivores
He walked the peat

Brand new sparkling eyes for us all 
Cordless picture phones everywhere you go 
Horseless driven carts by the peat of dreary bogs 
Imagine the abyss

Losing my ankles to the peat-lands, the bog
In the midst of it all
I see spirals surround me
As if time caught my wrist and turned me back to face it all