Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long
My parents must've disliked me. they left me in the lurch Packed me in a basket which was left in a church It was found by a nun Who took one peep and
I've been out of weeks for ages I've been on and off the train. I've been losing sheep And counting sleep And I've drunk too much again But I'll take
This war we are waging is already lost The cause for the fighting has long been a ghost Malice and habit have now won the day The honors we fought for
(brooker / reid) Outside the gates of cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn Who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn Whilst mermaids lace carnations
In praise of fruit I wrote this song Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit,
I was trying hard to win Save the world and be the king I was out there in the race Trying hard to force the pace Fool's gold fooled me too Bright and
(brooker / reid) 'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry 'explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!' Across
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He fell from grace and hit the ground They tried in vain to bring him round No one saw him make the fall They couldn't understand at all His fall from
As I lay down dying, a floor for my bed And the bundle of newspaper under my head I dreamed a dream, as strange as could be Concerning myself and somebody
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't want me no more I keep forgetting that you told me that you Didn't want me around
'Twas tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was there Through hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glare of the aching, baking
Ti avrei tenuto nel mio cuore I would have held you in my heart Ti avrei preso tra le mani I would have taken you in my arms (or hands) Illuminato io
Ooh, I need your love, babe Guess you know it's true Hope you need my love, babe Just like I need you Hold me, love me Hold me, love me I ain't got nothing
(brooker / reid)* Your multilingual business friend Has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays And the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror
Tonight we sleep on silken sheets We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On Carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed and dissipate It's candlelight
Still scowling black good Captain Clack must eat his humble pie His bed is made the colours fade his eyes once wet are dry The naked muse who