and bent -- a hornet's nest stirred up by the beating stick Simoom, simoom... increasing speed Sucking in dry heat Simoom, simoom... you breathe in suffocation Relentless simoom
Translation: The Creatures. Simoom.
has become Twisted and bent A hornets nest stirred up by the beating stick Simoom simoom Increasing speed sucking in dry heat Simooom simoom You breathe in suffocation Relentless simoom
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know wo wo wo God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who
Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision That
I met my old lover on the street last night She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled And we talked about some old times And we drank ourselves some
"The problem is all inside your head" she said to me "The answer is easy if you take it logically I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free There
Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And
"He was a most peculiar man" That's what Mrs.Reardon says and she should know She lived upstairs from him She said, "He was a most peculiar man" He was
The last train is nearly due the underground is closing soon in the dark deserted station restless in anticipation a man waits in the shadows. His restless
Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and I've often felt forsaken And certainly misused Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright I
April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain May, she will stay Resting in my arms again June, she'll change her tune In restless
Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm,
On the morning of her wedding day When no one was awake She drove across the border Leaving all the yellow roses on her wedding cake Her mother's tears
Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk show host Everybody knows his name He says, ?There's no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints
Blues Run the Game Lyrics Written by Jackson C.Frank Catch a boat to England, baby, Maybe to Spain, Wherever I have gone, Wherever I've been and gone
Time, time Time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities I was so hard to please Look around Leaves are brown And the sky
