Lyrics:
Lucretia
Is my love in vein
When thy tears bleed sweeter
Thank the midsummer rain?
Bewinged, infested belfries
Toll o'er the sobbing throng
A writhe
'Twas down where fisher folk gather,
I wander'd far from the throng
I heard a fisher girl singing
And this refrain was her song:
Red sails in
the exorbitant price of the malt
From Dudley to Walso (?) they trippet (?) along
And Hampton was truly alarmed at the throng
Women and children wherever they go
But the battle rages on
Lives hang on the images ad men create
For a sedated throng
An audience of pawns
Sell you for a song
Details, details,
blue light
And she will thrill the throngs
I should've let her keep her fingernails long
I taught her how to play, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
I
clothes;
Gently spinning astronauts;
A classroom deep in thought;
Throngs of cheering football fans;
A doctor crying alone;
Riot police beating climate
and stuck to this soil
Guess they never heard of us winged throng
Let's gather us up to the heavens above
We can always come back, my love
We can always
to mark the halcyon time.
And so I walk in meads below,
Amongst the springs and weevil-gall,
In myriad throngs the grass will take me with you.
And I
aloft to mark the halcyon time.
And so I walk in meads below,
Amongst the springs and weevil-gall,
In myriad throngs the grass will take me with you.
Scenic revue
Let me through
I hear a song
Beyond the throng
Let me see your ears kiss me
Let me in on your skin
Show me home let me roam
Lead
believing some day you'll return
To the streets of New York from my tower of song
I come down to work where the common folk throng
In my famous blue shirt
one's at my door
I waited long and lonely days to find my
Hiding from the world
I don't want to join your throng
You say that you're strong
and all
hell actually broke loose. Challis and the good folk
of Blessing were bathed in an incredible rush of
light. Shadowcast and all his wicked throng
master
Entertain his straw-rope-foot throng
And from a green cloth on his back
He'd take his fiddle
And some goodbye snow
Now singing high, now
to the throngs of adoring crowds
who want your face cuts
face cuts
Just a touch of your life
Anything worth having, girl
is never free
Cause I look down on you
throng, the final rout
The maw of Moloch will sort them out
Going down in flames we cheer the puppeteer
Full blown chaos up Uranus, pandemonium
Adios
tip
The rats have left the stinking ship
A bleating throng
The final rout
The maw of Moloch will sort 'em out
Feed the Moloch
Feed the Moloch
The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage
We pass through the throng
Heedless and headlong
Possessed by the gathering maelstrom
By her talents impressed
they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always creep
Two up, two down we'll never meet
So merrily trip for good my side
Please leave us
of their spirited throng
But ghosted back where She belonged...
A grace embracing Michael
In a lace of tears that bleared Her pride
He swallowed
Blood
all passed away
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song
List while I woo thee with soft melody
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng
Beautiful dreamer,
throng
Of Seraph knelt along
The deep red welt to domination
The deep red welt to domination
earthen fields
A sombre lot to till
A wracked black acid song
Spat from the massive throng
Of Seraph knelt along
The deep red welt to domination
The deep
of stone
Heavy words, heavy songs, he heaves them out to the throng
But they float like clouds across the backs of these spoken
And he weeps like a child
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