Translation: Halo Friendlies. Voice From The Grave.
how can i live, without you? perhaps in the next life i'll see you again and i'll love you forever past the end but somehow it seems whatever i say i'm just a voice
wear Red Hot Halos And other times When we get back Everyone's sleeping until next time They see and care And sometimes wear Red Hot Halos
a little child Holding tight when it all gets wild And I'll hang on to You Nothing in this world will seeme through Only You And I'll hang on to
Translation: Guided By Voices. Red Hot Halos.
Translation: Luna Halo. Hang On To You.
Translation: Transvision Vamp. Hanging Out With Halo Jones.
like a little child Holding tight when it all gets wild And I'll hang on to You Nothing in this world will seeme through Only You And I'll hang
help the way you feel. Well nothing feels like feeling nothing. Lets wear these sheets around as clothes. And wear deceit around as robes that we can hide in. Hang your halo
Here's my hello Here's my hello You turn me on, now don't turn it off 'Cause I don't want to fade out tonight Your lips are the sweetness, your body'
the vision That was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone Beneath the halo
the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo
The simple cost of loving you is a better picture There is not a sound coming from my voice You want to listen to the kids [unverified] They're halos
Let me be, let me be Let me have my privacy Let me be, hush, don't speak Now, silently I don't want to hear your voice I don't want to see your face
covenant My part spreading sick art that starts on this continent Confidence ensures there's no formidable adversaries A savage land and a band of terrible mercenaries Program your lives like the wives of Stepford Voice
Was the late night benediction at the Y'all Come Back Saloon In a voice soft and trembling, she'd sing her song to Cowboy As a smoky halo circled round
Ain't got no halo, no wings to fly away I've got to labor, for many many days I'm on a journey, I'm looking for a place To rest by burdens, far from this
San Diego Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok though Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a halo And
