The iron man came to the top of the cliff How far had he walked nobody knows Where had he come from nobody knows How was he made, nobody knows Taller
You came to me this morning And you handled me like meat You?d have to be a man to know How good that feels, how sweet My mirror twin, my next of kin
Récital Pour Une Agonie Céleste [music: Abate, lyrics: Blachier] out in the cold embrace of night I wonder why life is so dark my beloved
En relisant ta lettre, je m'apercois que l'orthographe et toi ca fait deux. C'est toi que j'aime, ne prend qu'un m Par dessus tout, Ne me dit point, il
campus is getting bigger they are working on it all the time Acting on the tv i can see their faces red alert, the siren's loud, the drafted are all coming
Good bye forever sweet love I?m tired of acting the part Too late for us to go on Just fooling each other this way I?ve got to leave you today Each one
You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You?d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of
Avant-hier, betement, j'ai relu "Le Grand Meaulnes", J'ai traque mon enfance au fil des pages jaunes, Dans un coin de grenier, j'ai voulu, sans vergogne
Uomini senza fallo, semidei che vivete in castelli inargentati che di gloria toccaste gli apogei noi che invochiam pieta siamo i drogati. Dell'inumano
(Due invocazioni e un atto d'accusa) Uomini senza fallo, semidei che vivete in castelli inargentati che di gloria toccaste gli apogei noi che invochiam
Campus is getting bigger They are working on it all the time Acting on the tv I can see their faces Red alert, the siren's loud The drafted are all coming
