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Hyacinth Blues The Constantines

Raise the grey flags Ink the trenchant ballads The retail mob is bleating At the latest dead sensation The cretinous crowd is salting the sores Rejects at the trough Vulture the corpse Under suspicion

Hyacinth AquilaChrysaetos

Hyacinth, glowing in the spring, A burst of color, hear the joy it brings. Hyacinth, shining in the sun, Feel the rhythm, the dance has begun!

Hyacinth 야다

나 떠나는 널 잊어야 하니 왜 나에게 사랑한다 했었는지 아무 말도 없이 왜 가셨나요 그대 날 사랑하지 않았나요 하~얀 미소 지어주며 다정하던 너의 모습이 어~디에도 볼 수 없죠 그대 나를 떠났나봐요 왜 내가 버려졌는지 아무도 없이 남겨 놓인 채 그대 어디 있나요 날 떠났나요 단 한번만 그대 볼 수 없나요 나의 사랑 그대에게 내 모든걸 주고 싶은데 모든 것이...

Hyacinth YADA

나 떠나는 널 잊어야 하니 왜 나에게 사랑한다 했었는지 아무 말도 없이 왜 가셨나요 그대 날 사랑하지 않았나요 하얀 미소 지어주며 다정하던 너의 모습이 어디에도 볼 수 없죠 그대 나를 떠났나봐요 왜 내가 버려졌는지 아무도 없이 남겨 놓인 채 그대 어디 있나요 날 떠났나요 단 한 번만 그대 볼 수 없나요 나의 사랑 그대에게 내 모든걸 주고 싶은데 모든 것이 ...

Hyacinth NVM (Never Mind)

그대여 마음에 가시가 있더라도 그대여 차가운 손이라도 좋으니 그대여 마음에 꽃을 피우고 그대여 차가운 그 입술로 그 시간을 지워줘요 그 긴 밤을 기억해요 난 계속 가라앉고 있어 널 꺼냈던 바닷속으로 남겨진 커다란 잔물결에 잠겨 난 또 죽어가요 그렇게 그 시간을 지워줘요 그 긴 밤을 기억해요

Young Offenders The Constantines

Curse the corpses, call in the futurists This is the ballad of the young offenders Leave no manifestos, save graffiti in the train yard These legs were made to run When the dares pick a victim The railhead

Hyacinth House The Doors

Hyacinth House What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?

Hyacinth House Doors

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?

Grape Hyacinth AquilaChrysaetos

In the fields, a purple sea, Grape Hyacinth, wild and free. Grape Hyacinth, soft and bright, Blooming stars in morning light. Grape Hyacinth, bold and true, A vibrant dream for me and you.

Saint You The Constantines

Sweet girl in the diamond cut dress She's the queen of the broken hearts I'm going to milk that posison tongue And go blind in the lovers' march Who you calling on Who's callin' you I'm soaked in kerosene

야다 - Hyacinth -- http://inLIVE.co.kr

나 떠나는 널 잊어야 하니 왜 나에게 사랑한다 했었는지 아무 말도 없이 왜 가셨나요 그대 날 사랑하지 않았나요 하~얀 미소 지어주며 다정하던 너의 모습이 어~디에도 볼 수 없죠 그대 나를 떠났나봐요 왜 내가 버려졌는지 아무도 없이 남겨 놓인 채 그대 어디 있나요 날 떠났나요 단 한번만 그대 볼 수 없나요 나의 사랑 그대에게 내 모든걸 주고 싶은데 모든 것이...

Hyacinth House (Remaster) The Doors

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House? What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?

Hyacinth (feat. SIIN) 신요

You've been buying my disaster But you keep my mind right I close my eyes you're by my side (um) I was bringing your disaster Your love's engraved in mine I close my eyes and you're holding me Sorting out the

Thieves The Constantines

Sweating it out in my room Barefoot and unbuttoned to the waist The street car runs all night And I can't wait So meet me down behind the abattoir With the last of the summer kings Meet me down at the

Some Party The Constantines

This is some party a capacity crowd on some fifty fourth story A mile above the lowly stations and any honest crime Sick with the stars consolidating on the vine I'll play the witness, every line here

To The Lullabies The Constantines

You sing like dynamite tonight As we race through downtown financial sectors glowing And we serenade with car alarms Nearly found ourselves buried beneath the powerlines Or tied down But we move like the

Seven A.M. The Constantines

We're paperless Won't document this Under surveillance Reconnaissance The nation of the sleeping And its promotions We slip beneath the marquee In a car named Anadyr Hiding beneath the streetlights By

The Long Distance Four The Constantines

Let the Parisian crowd stand and shout Let the audience in the riot drown the players out That scene is long since vacant All the great halls have been washed out This is no broken promise, no national

Steal This Sound The Constantines

File those nails and clip those wings Cause it's curtains for the cretins when they cut these strings It's some missionary complex that keeps me testifying It's time we steal these pennies back from the

Working Full-Time The Constantines

The sun was coming up Soldiers of light storming my brain Day, have I the guts to greet you Alarm clock tomorrow, cradle to the grave Working full time Vigilant people in the cult of enterprise, lean into

Arizona The Constantines

This is a song about the death of Danny Rapp And that great gospel jest called rock and roll Some modern spirit Wounded and sober Here's the hunger of a generation And another ritual surrender Another

Justice The Constantines

When your words won't do no justice And you've been led by the tusk To the aid of a friend who's down a busted To a sister who's lost the lust This is the Easter of your skin, son This is the making of

Little Instruments The Constantines

Mercy little rocker, bleeding guitars Went out chasing landmarks fell asleep at the bar Swinging with the sweet rogues down at Club Charity Always dressed to the teeth, always in heat Beyond them naked

Hotline Operator The Constantines

this life is blessed When against your hand My pulse can rise and rest Sing dissemblers Sing Lazarus Stand on ceremony For us with lust it's only motivation Hotline operator Rolling Blackouts, put out the

Love In Fear The Constantines

On the weird winds of Ontario Came worry sailing strange and low And we laid under the heavy sheets to love to spite the strange winds blowing To lust with raging lungs What hangs above when we love in

No Ecstasy The Constantines

'neath a beehive But you've been wading in them dirty waters Since you were thirteen years Running with that lonely crowd Crying them dirty tears Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth Fourteen, joined the

Draw Us Lines The Constantines

Starhawk in a street ritual Pleas from Herald Square to the heavens Earth and seas Let the hand move its people And draw us lines from our fiery designs Unknown unknowns Let all our gardens grow And overtake

Lizaveta The Constantines

Lizaveta, we stood together in the pissing rain Your skin was showing through your shirt You said, 'Lover, let's run for cover' I said, 'Lover, wait Stay here and I'll give up all I'm worth' It's good

Soon Enough The Constantines

Years from now, they will make water from The reservoirs of our idiot tempers Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you Through and through Your gentleman father would pray for a daughter As

Good Nurse The Constantines

On the ground floor of a human tower There's a concession open twenty four hours And there's a woman with a good mind Who knows that no one ever lived in a healthy time Good nurse Gentle woman Sheryl Lynne