The Whitlams Lyrics
The Whitlams Lyrics
"Chunky Chunky Air Guitar Lyrics"
Run To Me Lyrics
When you're all alone in the dark And it's hard not to be afraid When your candle's losing it's spark And it seems that you can't find your way Look straight ahead, don't cry and don't look back Leave
When you're all alone in the dark And it's hard not to be afraid When your candle's losing it's spark And it seems that you can't find your way Look straight ahead, don't cry and don't look back Leave
She came from the Cocos Islands with a limp and a snow-shaker huh
Hocked by a fine Arabian ginger Monsignor
He said, "You aints gets nothing 'cause nothing gets made by Koreans"
He had dubbin in his hair and he played the tambourine
They gave him a medal, they caught him shaving his hairpiece
Locked him in confinement wired like a banshee with a blade
She came to him in a dream disguised as a bus crash
Through
Ode An Den Niedergang Lyrics
Mein Blut kocht Mein Fleisch ist voll von Sunde Die Seele brennt in kaltem Feuer Meine einzige Triebfeder auf Erden Ist nackter Ha?... Dein Leben... fur mich... Dein Fleisch... sei mein... Dein
the mud, the blood and the tears they kissedMein Blut kocht Mein Fleisch ist voll von Sunde Die Seele brennt in kaltem Feuer Meine einzige Triebfeder auf Erden Ist nackter Ha?... Dein Leben... fur mich... Dein Fleisch... sei mein... Dein
And then they slipped away, they were singin'
Chunky chunky air guitar now
Chunky chunky air guitar
He was getting down like a freak show
She was going off like a whale
Chunky chunky air guitar now
Chunky chunky air guitar
Bellhop blues with a midget butt-boy in Sweden
Chockfull of puss and wolved by a little French maid
Eloped with his sister, married in a
Oblivion Lyrics
The day has come, the time is near For all to end. It's true, it's here It's all over now, no way to stop The button's been pushed, the bomb's been dropped The city is melting, the sky burns red The ocean i
ag-team weddingThe day has come, the time is near For all to end. It's true, it's here It's all over now, no way to stop The button's been pushed, the bomb's been dropped The city is melting, the sky burns red The ocean i
Sticky like a girl undercover of a Japanese glade
She came from the Cocos Islands, she came from the Cocos Islands
She came from the Cocos Islands, she came from the Cocos Islands
And they were singing
Chunky chunky air guitar now
Chunky chunky air guitar
He was getting down like a freak show
He was getting down like a freak show
He was getting down like a freak show
She was going off like a
The last trick Lyrics
From standing to crouching Silently falling Falling from nowhere to nowhere Nothing between Nothing beyond Nothing behind the stars This is the last trick I'll do Sound can be seen This is
hale From standing to crouching Silently falling Falling from nowhere to nowhere Nothing between Nothing beyond Nothing behind the stars This is the last trick I'll do Sound can be seen This is
Words and music Glenn Dormand, Matt Ford, Tim Freedman and Ross Johnston
Produced by Rob Taylor and Tim Freedman
Engineered and programmed by Rob Taylor
Additional programming Glenn Dormand and Ross Johnston
Vocal, piano - Tim Freedman
Stratocaster guitar - Jack Housden
Bass - Garry Gary Beers
Drums - Terepai Richmond
Hammond Organ - Clayton Doley
String Arrangement by John Encarnacao