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manicap1 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
Alea, i think i love you, at the end of my time.
Progressiveness (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
and its mortor and pestle twice, not water and pestle. You'll probably find a few more speculations, but I was also listening to the CD version.
Progressiveness (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
by the way, first verse, its CALL not FALL
Progressiveness (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
Those songs whistled through white teeth, still scuff the day--
Those songs, for children, to sing.
Those songs, for children, to sing.
(whistle)
(whistle)
END
What a gnikcuf amazing song.
Progressiveness (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
When the chairs are tucked into the fading song, and the silver of their pours has grown long, they call, to the dark, take the bones off my back.
And they chant, to the black, you were my lady divine.
And they bloat/blow(?), like a bitter wine, in their bellies----.
Cause the bones, have been removed, from their hunched over backs.
And their children, are all grown now, water and pestle they grind.
Those songs whistled through white teeth, still scuff the day-
With songs, for children, to sing
Progressiveness (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
When the day, when the day falls to the light, at the end of the end of my time, I fall, to the dark, take the bones off my back.
And I chant, to the black, you were my lady divine.
Cause my children, are in hiding, mortor and pestal they grind.
Those songs whistled through white teeth, do scuff the day---.
With songs, for children, to sing.
Those songs whistled through white teeth, do scuff the day---.
With songs, for children, to sing.
escapade377 (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
I would love to find the lyrics to this song, but I can't, despite a bit of googling. Any help out there? Thanks!
breebw (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
Another vote for New Zealand!!
:P
distille (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
i'm waiting for you in France right now..
Gingersontherun (November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am)
How 'bout New Zealand? |
