Luxuria Lyrics
Luxuria Lyrics
"The Beast Box Is Dreaming Lyrics"
Sweet Thursday Lyrics
(Konishi) Translators: Sound of Music L.N., Ted Mills futari ga hajimete kotoba wo kawashita no wa kaze no tsuyoi gogatsu no mokuyob
(Konishi) Translators: Sound of Music L.N., Ted Mills futari ga hajimete kotoba wo kawashita no wa kaze no tsuyoi gogatsu no mokuyob
Its shape tells us plainly
time inside is curved
it holds Elvis Presley's body
perfectly preserved
When Kennedy came with Monroe
late in '55
the senator carved their names
by the overdrive
it's an accident of nature
designed by architects
NASA built it from an alloy
they'd stolen from the Czec
Discrown The Holy Lyrics
Fade away in cold memories Nothing forfills the needs of a naked soul Walls of emptiness speaking without a voice, like a dismal ending revealed beyond th
hsFade away in cold memories Nothing forfills the needs of a naked soul Walls of emptiness speaking without a voice, like a dismal ending revealed beyond th
The Beast Box is dreaming
what you believe
The replica at Disneyland
in the big exhibition hall
it's correct to the last nut and bolt
it's nothing like it at all
if a pregnant woman touches it
the child will be shy
and if you glimpse it once
you eventually die
The Beast Box is dreaming
Spirit is the Journey Lyrics
Ploughed the moon reached an island Balanced on the edge of the sky But something always stayed the same Deep down inside No matter where I've been the p
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what you believePloughed the moon reached an island Balanced on the edge of the sky But something always stayed the same Deep down inside No matter where I've been the p
In a dream I'm inside
with my kid brother
there's scenes of awful suffering
we're avoiding looking at each other
then he's pointing to the handrail
it's long, of burnished chrome
saying in that stupid voice of his
"Some of this would look good
in the bathroom back home"
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Window Lyrics
I was staring out the window The whole time he was talking to me It was a filthy pane of glass I couldn't get a clear view As he went on and on
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Freemasons talk about it all the timeI was staring out the window The whole time he was talking to me It was a filthy pane of glass I couldn't get a clear view As he went on and on
their hands at funny angles
in moonlight it resembles
a biscuit tin that dangles
The Beast Box is dreaming
what you believe
Juice in the front
juice in the back
a cardboard gothic frame
they sold it off for scrap last year
to our eternal shame