Yes the people are talkin? all over town They say you don?t love me you gonna put me down You better watch yourself baby, you better watch yourself You
Now you all know the bards and their songs When hours have gone by, I'll close my eyes In a world far away we may meet again But now hear my song about
Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say Deem love unconditional but the real world don't
[BAKER'S WIFE] You've changed. You're daring. You're different in the woods. More sure. More sharing. You're getting us through the woods. If you could
I'm the lucky one always having fun I tie back my hair I sit and watch T. V. I see only me, though I look for you there Oh, where have you gone? Were
Hide in the bayou under the gun Been to the house of the rising sun Come down here trying to make a connection Must have a bad sense of direction Go
Give me something to believe in Something that is real A moment of reflection What should I believe? I've lost my innocence If you see it around please
Yes I'm thinking of this, yes I am Puddle town, Tom was the Underground Hold you tighter, so close yes You are Please hold on to the steel Rail Pamela
[Roger Waters, 1968] Far, far, far away - way People heard him say - say I will find a way - way There will come a day - day Something will be done.
Seek within your own kind of depths, and tell me the tales of what thousand lies. Yet, I have withered, but Ive grown again, and designes my own blackness
Sing for me To lift above in all these fallen walls, And bleed for me, In the deepest release. Travelling through honour. Travelling through strenght
pomoci on potlouki se naramne a ted stena do noci. Wse rany tezke lecim hrawe a urozeny pan swe smrti jiste unik prawe wsak kun se nehyba! [Satrapold (se
When we went off away from the forest, we did travel far to get a taste of so much more. We dug up the roots of all the stories, put 'em in a pot and
The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there floating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in sorrow. Sometimes they scream
Why can I not sleep? Why am I turning? Why are all the trees burning? Forest fires, crooked liars, Why am I so sullen and drained? In the bush, it's
I met the old man In the dephts of the woods He said: i'll show thee a bit of the future If perchance thou wilt listen [THE WANDERER:] "The journey it
Spread out spread apart lets tell the world. There's something burning through my skin. I'm going to each the ends of this ground. Everybody needs to
Now you all know The bards and their songs When hours have gone by I'll close my eyes In a world far away We may meet again But now hear my song About