Search results for 'road the film by muse'

Yee yee! We've found 45 lyrics, 58 artists, and 100 albums matching road the film by muse.

cares if they're sacred-they look awful cute 

National Geographic found a stone age tribe
Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film
Won't that be
film stuck in a projector
And you

Twin prop airplanes passing loudly overhead
Road to the airport two lanes clear
Half the whole town gone for
I was raised on a Roman road
You could argue that a film we saw
Where the plane was a child to the
Rich above her cuts away her soul

Seeing where
Cut to a slightly blurred black and white photo of a
Housewife with her face blotted out by a black oblong.

Presenter Hello, Mrs Teal!
Cut back
on familiar roads
I sense the marks I left on the hills
I see the cuts and wounds of my deeds
They make me muse on life

Up the hill and the mountain
What have i to lose?
Truckin´ by the railway station
I´m on the road again
Steerin´ clear of all temptation
Unto the point
This is tomorrow's callin'
Wishin` you were here
Layin' in my hotel bedroom
Feelin' ceilin' blues
Wall to wall a TV's twitchin'
Clearly not a muse
Well I've walked alone, I've walked down this long road
Some walk alongside for awhile and then go
I think back on them as the days go by
there right by your side

Comin' down that cross, I ain't singin' no more blues
Traded in that old has been rusted worn out muse

It's been twenty
the view
So much beauty
The road becomes my muse
The heat is rising
And my hand surfs through the wind
Cool, calm, collected
Is the child that lies within
I ran down the road, pants down to my knees
Screaming "please come help me, that Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me!"
And I'm writing
I've been traveling all these years,
Just barely getting by.
The road can be your friend
Or the devil in disguise.

When the tough get going,
they looked back

Now they're flowers by the side of the road
Yeah, that's all that's left
Of the hopes and dreams
Of two seventeen year olds
Some dreams
Where there's wrong there's always right
That's what's kept us on this road tonight.
Sand as far as the eye can see
Ain't it funny how the world
on the lights
As they drive by
World on the side (?) keep your eyes on the road

Hands on the wheel
Don't let us slip this is almost a nightmare

Turn, turn
and virginity used like toys 

My mind is dead, everybody loves me 
Wants a slice of me 
Hopelessly passive and compatible 
Need to belong, oh the roads are
Hail the new puritan
Maelstrom, cook one 
And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me 

And all decadent sins 
Will reap discipline 
New puritan
going without me


California drive-by, shooting film from the car
Church by the road like rockets pointing
Weathered sign on the marquee
An old film playing at the show
He could tell by the clouds up top
And old northern was about to blow

So he
trip was a road trip and a half - MAYBE MORE!
Captured on one roll of film, out of focus pictures bore,
Every national monument - every tourist trap
the city she buys clothes by the pound
just to fool me
into thinking her way

Come sing a winter tune
a winter tune so gay
It's too bad
on luck
By the disused railroad road station you go
To the house of dirty pearl
Her existential situation you know
She is not like other girls

last spring
You could have written something good eventually
You could have told someone you loved you did
And then, by chance, I got back on the road
See what flows from his mushy pen

That person is films on TV five years back at least
He's the young generation dancing troupe
ye roamin'?
O ye'll tak the high road an' I'll tak the low I'll be in Scotland afore ye For me and my true love will never meet again By