Mirah — тексты песен

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Society 1

• Everyone Dies (Rock Stars Don`t Count)
  

  
  
  
  How did it feel to fuck a god? One of the many worshipping cock faйЏ°de Did it give the power you believed? Did your friends confirm all that you need? Preach it now with such respect Years later and it`s still in effect Hold it ...

Dies Irae

• Beyond Sensual
  

  
  
  
  The inexorable aim Aim of illumination Veryfication of theories On different levels Engaged Entirely beyond sensual Without consolation In half way Mode is direct Uncertain of significance Lost amongst Gaping sea of views Dicersif...

Biplan

• Nupieiu
  

  
  
  
  a pabgsiu i ia a bsiu kaip viena diena man greiti trukiniai pads pabgti dar greiiau mlynai nupieiu mik alia a nupieiu jr geltonai nupieiu up mano dienos pradia mano dainos spalva mlyna tu ar alia ten kur miega lietus nune mane tie...

Biquni Cavadao

• Janana
  

  
  
  
  Janana acorda todo dia s quatro e meia E j na hora de ir pra cama, Janana pensa Que o dia no passou Que nada aconteceu Janana passageira Passa as horas do seu dia em trens lotados Filas de supermercados, bancos e reparties Que re...

Mirah

• Gotta Go Home
  

  
  Yeah, yeah
  
  I walked in to the room and I saw you standing there
  Feels like I`m hit by a storm I think you been spin around
  
  * I am lost paradise dreaming when I close my eyes
  You gave me such a look and now y...

Our Emotional Trinkets

• A Splash Of Red
  

  Look in the mirror to see a reflection of you An everyday occurrance A mosaic of color strewn across the bathroom Your canvas your face Expressive as ever A line of black A pinch of pink Finalized with your lips In a splash of red Look in the mirror to...

Society`s Finest

• Dead People
  

  
  
  
  Fill my eyes with the burning storm, I fall down and dream dreams The wisdom consumes my sin, the demons hold me. Here`s my dead and I bleed tears. My thought are killing themselves, The angels hate the emptiness...

Sockeye

• Play Soft
  

  
  
  
  SOCKEYE -- Play Soft! (1989) PO BOX 2143 Stow, OH (Transcibed by IAMHOLTZ@oak.grove.iup.edu) 44224 DAVE: vocals DARREL: drums GREG: guitar MARK: bass BRAD: bass, keyboards FUCKIN` FUCKIN` FUCKIN` FUCKIN` SHIT I`...

Socratic

• Funeral Masses
  

  
  
  
  Dearly beloved, We`re gathered here to mourn, The death of the young one, The death of your first born. And he tried, tried to understand, Why his lungs gave out. His last dying words went out from them.