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Axwell Presents Axtone, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sessions: Mixed by Axwell (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Ride, Rise, Roar (David Byrne) · Rant and Roar (Great Big Sea) · The Roar of Jefferson Airplane (Jefferson Airplane) · The Big Roar (The Joy Formidable) · I Have No Cannons That Roar (Cat Stevens) · Silence Followed by a Deafening Roar (Paul Gilbert) · More Roar (Aurora) · lullaby and... The Ceaseless Roar (Robert Plant & the Sensational Space Shifters) – and 30 other albums »


shake like a Quaker
So see you later

We roar 

She think like a preacher
Who doubts her career
Me big in consumer
Me consumed by fear
Dysfunctional
reach your soul
Dance the warhead - fast or slow

Warhead - hear the thunder roar
Warhead - unite the lightning whore

Born of thunder
Raised by
and the roar
As she glides along the woodland 
Through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine 
And the lonesome hoboes call
No
and the roar
As she glides along the woodland 
Through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine 
And the lonesome hoboes call
No
it all count
Show you're fearless, let them hear you roar
The roar of the underdog
This is here, this is the now
This is the chance to make it all
Bright first star
High as we are
We whisper while just beyond these walls
The engines roar
Gone five days
Then home by eight,
Ten mountain.
can't hear myself
Aint' that beautiful

I am drowned out by the roar
Floating back up from the shore
It is wonderful

It is easy
Take your
and the roar
As she glides along the woodland 
Through the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine 
And the lonesome hoboes call
No
tall and handsome, know quite well by all, she's
A Regular combination, she's the Wabash Cannonball. O listen to the jingle, 
The rumble and the roar
and handsome, she's known quite well by all
The regular combination on that Wabash Cannonball

Listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along
Created by Humanity ...against Humanity.
Cold crowling Death
Crushing mighty roar
Deadly touch of fire
Merciless invaders
Hudge lurking hunters
are right, yes, by who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive
Vinyl hot from the press
Trucker's standing by
Ready to hit the road again
Distance's drive you insane

Roars of anticipation
The lights are
are right, yes, by who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive
And everyone would start to roar.
 
And on the road,
Where all but a few fall by the wayside on the grassier verge,
She battled through
Against the others
And everyone would start to roar.

And on the road,
Where all but a few fall by the wayside on the grassier verge,
She battled through
Against the others in
And everyone would start to roar
 
And on the road
Where all but a few fall by the wayside on the grassier verge
She battled through
Against the others in
the shore
Poured together make oceans roar
Night visions make spirits soar
So choose one wisely.

Not all angels can grow wings
They seem to soar by
By Bill Chadwick and John Chadwick
The king of Zor, he called for war
And the king of Zam, he answered.
They fashioned their weapons one upon one
Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things
She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
The fact that they've been blindly deceived
By
And everyone would start to roar.
 
And on the road,
Where all but a few fall by the wayside on the grassier verge,
She battled through
Against the others
And everyone would start to roar.
 
And on the road,
Where all but a few fall by the wayside on the grassier verge,
She battled through
Against the others
right, yes, by who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Stiffened wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through
the trumpets roar. (Go...)

I'm the harbinger, not the author of these timeless words.
Led by the Comforter I sing to you.
And if my throat were to be cut
Now the pale morning sings of forgotten things
She plays a tune for those who wish to overlook
The fact that they've been blindly deceived
By those