Lyrics:
a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by
the Gull Reef Club Bordered on hand to hand combat / Henny You beat the odds, water Gods now it's time for "shalom" Hey Mr. Paperman, I think it's time
The gulls herald dawn on the harbour
The night watchman puts out the lamps
Goes home and prays for a dreamless sleep
No ghosts returned from the past
its wave?
Would the killer whales be good, or would they misbehave?
La la la, la la la
Now if by chance her heart was a gull that perched upon her
on the sea,
Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, and not yet seen.
They see a gull
Flying by.
The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why.
In the lonely financial zone
By the sea
I have walked under moon and stars.
Skyscrapers shone in their dark majesty.
In this otherwordly land
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough
As the sea-gull flew high up above me
In the path of the still red moonlight
I saw your face and awaked, dear
Out here on the ocean tonight
I was called
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls
In the wake of the deep plough, sharing
Heavy horses, move the land under me
Behind the plough
Mittran de baare, teri gall jaawe dull
Raato raat hunde gull
Tu das zindagi da haiga ki ae mull,
Tu das zindagi da haiga ki ae mull,
Tu das zindagi da haiga
sharp enough
To slice through every page
Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown
The bitter pill you swallowed
Tasted sweeter going down
The ?Ile de France? with all the gulls around it
The beauty that is Spring?s
These foolish things remind me of you
How strange how sweet to find you still
by machines
And lovely girls were hovering
Above my head like gulls with their
Long slender necks and their delicate skulls
And I was no picnic
Flocking to the sea
Crowds of people wait for me
Sea gulls scavenge
Steal ice cream
Worries vanish
Within my dream
I left my soul there
Down
a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
It's my soul up there
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
It's my soul up there
There's a little black
when they get the bill!
For we wrote the stories of the old brigades
We know the glory of yesterday's parades
We're celebrating yard by yard
The soldiers
(for P.Y.)
Here I am: "Hometown Boy Makes Good"
Writes one critic.
All my childhood I lived
By the blue Pacific.
Anytime that reality
Makes me
Earth, stream, and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island
My sunsets fade
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after
Flocking to the sea
Crowds of people wait for me
Sea gulls scavenge
Steal ice cream
Worries vanish
Within my dream
I left my soul there
Down
Dette her er gull ikke kobber mann
To underdogs rett ut av kennel'n
Når de hører denne så vil gatene få benner'n
Når de hører denne så vil tispene bli
it when they get the bill
For we wrote the story of the old brigades
We know the glory of yesterday's parades
We'll sell Old Blighty yard by yard
what's left behind
And what's to come in the same introduction of a king
Just know everything coming can only give birth to the principle that by any means
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