Search results for 'art+song' Page #2

the helicopter parts
I'm never leaving I lock the gates
There is time to rearrange
All the thoughts and thoughtless hearts
Love the birds that sing our art
Morning

bubble being 
I wish I were free from the 
Same in me 

What if this work of art 
One song and another 
Makes everyone light the dark  
One spark starts

strumming of guitars, heartfelt words that I convey (convey)
Through the tears and bitter truths, I find solace in this art
English sad songs, aching souls

of Time,
teach me Your words in Your cadence and rhyme.
O Lord of beauty, Lord of art,
Who gives a song for every heart,
carve out my life, reshape and mold;

it comes to my mind,
My art is a love song of all humankind.

And I've got a sweetheart who loves to move slow

Sink into art songs of hearts from the past
Recall the ovation you gave to a dame in the cast

Spill from

And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart
Then shall I bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim my God how great Thou art

CCLI Song # 14181

Is there anybody
Out there
Well this is your time

Paint your picture
Rewrite your song

Vision is the art
Of seeing
What is invisible
To others

I

You will live on my friend
Can’t wait to see you again
We’re pressing on
We’re pressing on
We have your art
We have your songs
We’re pressing

Tres Bien

Le Tigre

Feminist Sweepstakes [Bonus Track]

2001

the place
Where we are truly alive present, safe
And accounted for

Because we refuse to allow our
Writing, songs, art, activism
And political histories

fields
Strikes every heart, a horrendous art

My songs sing of dying hope, I fear
Our mind radiates madness, ever sere
We withered with dreams and hopes

the darkness, the winter cold

Thou art the song that wells up 
From the deep, deep springs of my soul

Wheresoever I turn mine eyes
Around the earth

day and night.

(Chorus)
Canvas of dreams, painted bright,
With every stroke, a new delight.
In the heart of art, we find our way,
Expressing life, in

be wrong
S O T A, and this is something like the theme song
Beyond, artificial, this arts official
They so dull while we sharpen missiles, hard

about me
Dear white people, you should take a course about me
'Cause, is it the law, ding a ling four-finger ring?
The sciences and the arts, the songs

A fragile thread
Its tenuous hold
On a splendid age
With fields of gold
A village green
That comes alive
With art and song
Where the strong can

lights
Showing fangles to his peers
Slamming words with every tear. 

From the poet's leaden heart 
Comes a song, a piece of art.
Bloody letters standing

I  see you shaking at the hips 
Getting lost in fraudulent lyrics 
You made an art of wrecking songs 
Long live what’s dead and gone 

I’ve got no

Of heartfelt things
It's just like you said in art class
Those songs are all about me
But no one hears my side of the story

dancing in the darkness, sing your spark
Your world's not the same without your art's flame
Your songs of stardust, in them we trust
Oh, Bowie, in our

O Jesus my Redeemer
Thou art my joy and song
My Saviour and my solace
When griefs around me throng

O Jesus my Redeemer
My song shall be of Thee
No

I need a room painted with your art
I paint this song with my heart
Don't let go of yourself for anyone
Don't ever doubt yourself for anyone
You were

hues to a cloak of fire.
A mosaic of colors, a living art,
In the song of the wind, you play your part.

Chorus
Drifting down, in an autumnal parade,

ray
In tragic news, we find our way
Through arts and songs, we rise above
In every headline, seek the love