Tilt Land of Fragments 가사검색 :: 가사집

Land of Fragments `Tilt`

I'm the fairest in a land of fragments, target window stained = with time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a = brick and let it fly.

Come Across `Tilt`

Please get in the car now, off the embankment, orange from the halogen , = you look like a lunatic, not allowed to stop here, you provoke the = barbed wire, trespass onto the corporate land, lynching what

Unravel `Tilt`

Here I am still intact, and I should give myself credit for that, but I = have cast a stone deep into my throat, I squat on land my feet won't = reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a

Animated Corpse `Tilt`

in the seat next to me He can't wait till I tell him what I need Then he nod a rotting head and then I set him free Oh you should see him in this revelry tonight He'll spread a pestilence across the land

Pfeifernuzen Revisited `Tilt`

born in Detroit City Well I'm a lovely Jeffrey don't the bass sound pretty Don't the bass sound pretty These cookies are pretty good While at the cow pound here in one piece Ain't it funny where you land

Fragments Of Fragments `The Who`

snowflake crystal Building on the city street Snowflakes falling Snowflakes falling Snowflakes falling Snowflakes falling Are we the parts Are we the whole Are we the thoughts Are we the soul The parts of

Tilt `In Flames`

We all find ourselves In honor of the good cause How empty we've become With our sight to be the true force Does every instinct say you're right?

TILT `Scott Walker`

TILT (Scott Walker) He was so strong he was so bold when they made him they broke the mold if he heads this way when the moon is slow Come over and pray they'll turn the buffalo they'll turn

Fragments `The Who`

Exploding out Imploding in Ingrained in good Or stained in sin Are we breathing out Or breathing in Are we leaving life Or moving in Are we breathing out Or breathing in Are we breathing in We are a billion fragments

Tilt `Free Range`

Tilt tilt your head to the side tilt your head towards mine you’re staying up, staring out into a late night cause there’s a fire in the sky there’s a fire in your eyes you’re running out in the middle

Fragments `Manic Street Preachers`

Strung out eyes as cold as worship Two minutes of silence in a century of screams Tiny massive hands emphatic lonely soul Skin against skin and blood against blood This is the place where peace exists

Fragments `Vertical Horizon`

Hold my thoughts I'm at an impasse Past the place I stopped before The sweeper's sweeping fragments Of my head out the door And the ice it burns upon my forehead The calmness starts to scream

Confines of Love `Tilt`

I'm an honest woman, a representation of the state of mutual confusion = within the confines of love, heavy lidded darling embedding in my arms, = I'll take a kiss to settle payment like a song for the

Die of Shame `Tilt`

lulling me to sleep the bloom of blood filling the tub granting me release the water is warm the water is warm lulling me to sleep the bloom of blood filling the tub granting me release i can't be you

Minister of Culture `Tilt`

A pretty bride of India is burned with kerosene her husband keeps her = dowry and his freedom is achieved, a burnese girl in Bangkok is of value = for her skin, solid for her complexiion, never saw her

Tilt `Joe Jackson`

But this is just another game I've played so badly Right from the start And through the bells and buzzers you're still singing sadly It tears me apart The higher you fly The farther you gotta fall Tilt

TILT `레드벨벳-아이린&슬기`

TILT TILT TILT 더 비틀어봐 TILT TILT TILT TILT Take me too high I’ll TILT TILT TILT TILT 뒤바뀐 시야 TILT TILT TILT TILT Push me too hard I’ll TILT TILT TILT TILT 더 비틀어봐 TILT TILT TILT TILT Take me too high I’ll

Partial Birth `Tilt`

Shaken baby sucking on the festive decoration, turning patriotic colors = to a purple stain, dribbling down his belly he's the hope of = generations, the measure of the damage we have yet to ascertain.

Molly Coddled `Tilt`

Not exactly in the lap of luxury, you were not quite of blue blood, but = you know you went to bed with a belly full of supper, you were safe as a = bug in a rug, you were swaddled and jolly Molly Coddled

Clothes Horse `Tilt`

You are an affectation Of every passing fad Your butane smile's indelible Your talk is thoughtless gas You live like a Coke machine Convince me of your strife Tasty tyke of augmentation You'll pay with

Storm Center `Tilt`

You've captured my imagination Charismatic reck In the wake of your devastation I'm your best work yet Fascinating backdrop of romantic poverty Obsessed with herbs and healing cures Obsessed with healing

Lips Tits Hips `Tilt`

I got tired of the same old face, so I quit looking in the mirror, such = a sight, here's a brand new girl with eyes that are clearer, the older = model never saw things quite right.

Vendorhead `Tilt`

You're an affectation of what has come to pass Your butane smiles indelible all words of thoughtless gas You live like a coke machine convince me of your strife Tasty tyke take diction smell the price

Hero Marauder `Tilt`

Glued myself to my = movie seat with sticky melted candy, I forked over my admission price, = I've got my soda handy, I kick the chair ahead of mine and scream at = each explosion, my pitiful life is shoved

Goddess of The Moon `Tilt`

Standing in a crater in my leaden shoes, I am held there by more than = gravity, she's been hit so many times with heavenly abuse, quite a = history of catastrophe, but the footprints on her face are merely

Dear Wife `Tilt`

Dear wife-I can feel your arms about my neck, life like-the = image of you crying at the gate. Dear wife-your photo is a sheild over = my heart. My life-depends upon the memory of your face.

Old Crow `Tilt`

Old crow of tobacco road Wears a greasy smile all day long ?? ??

War Room `Tilt`

I did not get out of the treaches escape this linger and damage ill take to my grave That nerve gas poison and agent oarnge the wages of high risk are part of my story what kind of madness took ahold

Palm Tree (In West Oakland) `Tilt`

Mile on mile of transient hotels, = unattended children with nowhere to play, anger rips down pine street in = the form of a black chevelle, but the baptists keep singin' away.

Past The Point `Tilt`

Almost to the point where in the past I've given up, but this time = something keeps on telling me I've got to go on, so now I will try to = get the lead out of my blood and lose the paralyzing lies, that