Dan Hartmann — тексты песен

Другие исполнители

mod

• ballad of dio
  

  From pwjorgen@krs.hia.no Thu May 8 10:15:02 1997 Date: Wed, 02 Apr 1997 10:49:42 +0200 From: Per Westwik J|rgensen To: guitar@olga.net Subject: TAB: `ballad of dio` by M.O.D.

modern english

• A Viable Commercial
  

  
  
  
  Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop Da da die - chop chop ...

Dan Hartman

• I Can Dream About You
  

  
  
  
  No more timing each tear that falls from my eyes I`m not hiding the remedy to cure this old heart of mine CHORUS: I can dream about you If I can`t hold you tonight I can dream about you You know how to hold me just right Moving ...

modern lovers

• astral plane
  

  From michael@magick.net Sun May 4 10:33:25 1997 Date: Thu, 03 Apr 1997 16:25:41 GMT From: michael p mccullough To: guitar@OLGA.net Subject: TAB: Modern Lovers /// Astral Plane On Thu, 03 Apr 1997 16:12:02 GMT, in rec.music.makers...

Dan Hartmann

• We Are The Young
  

  
  
  
  We`re the ones with the runaway eyes we`re the ones who can improvise. Give us raom and a hot situation we believe in positive stimulation.

Dan Hill

• 14 Today
  

  
  
  
  14 today and you went dancing Music mixed with laughter And boys can be so insecure They made you drink a bit too much Everythings a blur of feel and touch Did he really like you How can you be sure enough 23 today and ...

Wayne

• All In All
  

  
  Waiting at the door for some kind of life
  You never step outside because the fears you fight
  can turn the day to night
  But only in your head
  And you say you`re the only one that knows
  Well I don`t give in to th...

The Agony Scene

• Eyes Sewn Shut
  

  
  
  
  dead skin weathered lifeless and torn the eyes sewn shut and tounge form the mouth she lay bleeding scarlet stains ripped out the stiches his hands blasphemy
  

  ...

cocker joe

• Angeline
  

  
  
  
  Well I`m work shy, I`m wild-eyed So shut that door when the baby cries And keep me well fed, give me warm bread Lay my body on a feather bed And spoil me, Angeline Get to work when the whistle screams, Angeline Maybe someday, some...