Lyrics:
Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind,
Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine,
Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad,
of the
Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Weaving silver wands to the
Night bird's song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain
She's
of the
Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Weaving silver wands to the
Night bird's song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain
She's
I fall will you catch me?
If I'm sorry, sorry enough
If I fall will you pity me?
Will you confuse my love for the cobwebs?
Confuse my love for
If I fall will you catch me?
If I'm sorry, sorry enough
If I fall will you pity me?
Will you confuse my love for the cobwebs?
Confuse my love
island and me
Cobwebs and dust, cobwebs and dust
I hate to leave you but leave you I must
Float through the sky, float through the sky
We been too
of your condition
So, we the Clones, were designed
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind
We're a flawless testimony
To the attainment
of your condition
So, we the Clones, were designed
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind
We're a flawless testimony
To the attainment
condition
So, we the Clones, were designed
We're gonna blow the cobwebs out your mind
We're a flawless testimony
To the attainment of the PFunk
Endowed with
You say things with your mouth, cobwebs and flies come out
I hear a second voice behind your tongue somehow
Luckily I can read your mind, flies
island and me
Cobwebs and dust, cobwebs and dust
I hate to leave you but leave you, I must
Float through the sky, float through the sky
We been too
out of print
And so they sailed away
I am the broken hearted toy
The one you can no longer enjoy
Dust off the cobwebs when you're bored
Turn out
of the
Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Weaving silver wands to the
Night bird's song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain
She's
can peer
'Cause he's the man in the middle, never second fiddle
Just like a spider in a cobweb
Hard as a hammer, not the kind of boss you
in, that was me
Well that was me, royal iris, on the river
Mercy beat n' with the band, that was me
Yeah that was me, sweating cobwebs under
We all have an attic in our minds where our wildest
dreams and nightmares unpatiently await us.
Among the cobwebs spun by our recollections,
toys
that used to mean 'as if'
And the meaning's covered in cobwebs
Cobwebs
Used to be a preposition then it was a conjunction
Now it's used
the Spa Motel.
The real mould.
Who makes the Nazis?
Benny's cob-web eyes!
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias TV
Arena badges
BBC, George Orwell, Burmese
There was one of a teenage couple in the driveway
Holdin' hands on the way to a dance
And the date on the back said 1958
Which brought me back
In the middle of the web
There is a fly that’s laying dead
And you’re the spider above the net
I’m the fly that’s playing dead
In the cobweb
In
power
Rebuild your tower
Of pastel blocks and trinket toys
Unbind yourself from all the noise
Drowning
Caught in the cobwebs
Drowning
Caught in
and scattered
And she feels that nothing matters to her
Outside this dream her sister frequents
Like a cobweb catching fragments
She approaches like
NAT KING COLE LYRICS
Nature Boy
:Artist: Nat King Cole
-from his "The Greatest Of Nat King Cole" LP-Capitol SLB-6803
-peak Billboard position # 1
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