Fat City
Colvin Shawn lyrics
Colvin Shawn lyrics
"Kill The Messenger Lyrics"
Christcyde Lyrics
[Chorus] This is how we ride, comin straight live On the Christcyde This is how you roll, gotta lay low From the po-po [Big Unc] Mission Imposs
[Chorus] This is how we ride, comin straight live On the Christcyde This is how you roll, gotta lay low From the po-po [Big Unc] Mission Imposs
Jane it sure looks like rain
These Canadian plains
And their windblown hair
Jane the bruise colored clouds
The smell of the ground
In the ripening air
I have seen you
In your fluttering dress
And your dry face of steel
As you're dragging your red rowing boat
Cross the forever fields
See Jane something's gone dead
Inside my head
There's nothing but fear
Jane the rivers of grief
Winter Wonderland Lyrics
Over the ground lies a mantel of white A heaven of diamonds Shine down through the night Two hearts are thrilling In spite of the chilling weather . . . Sleigh bells ring, are you listening In the lan
The tears of reliefOver the ground lies a mantel of white A heaven of diamonds Shine down through the night Two hearts are thrilling In spite of the chilling weather . . . Sleigh bells ring, are you listening In the lan
Seem ages from here
Sometimes the beauty of life
Hits like lightening washing everything
clear
And these dimmers of doubt flicker
Fade out and disappear
But Jane that is a luxury
There are those of little faith it seems
And they beg for truth like charity
And I see them on every street corner
They are holding out one righteous hand
While the other leads the marching band
In
Fiction: The Streets Of San Francisco Lyrics
On a cold misty night On the corner of Haight She stood with a Colt 45 The gun in her hand Awaiting her man A victim to take by surprise She's the Golden Gate Park killer She's the scourge of 'Frisco
the shadow hymn of the scratchmanOn a cold misty night On the corner of Haight She stood with a Colt 45 The gun in her hand Awaiting her man A victim to take by surprise She's the Golden Gate Park killer She's the scourge of 'Frisco
Heed the message, kill the messenger
Jane I heard you found love
Wriggling up from the mud
On the shores of Granville
But Jane in the wink of an eye
The naysayers fly
Like hounds at your heels
Jane they'll whisper your name
And you won't feel the chains
And you won't see the moss
Oh, Jane there's an art to the game
The aesthetics of love
The athletics of loss
Sanctify! sanctify my being through my blood by my spirit, Bless me! bless my devotion by your grandeur, father ! Burn me! burn me into pleasures of pain and flesh ! Sanctify! sanctify my being through wrath by my health!
And our nets get entwined in the sea
And in time I might find
They still mean something to me
But Jane that is a luxury
There are those of little faith in me
And they pull me down like gravity
And I see them on every street corner
They are masters in the sleight of hand
They are dancers and they step so grand
To the shibboleth of Shadowland
Heed the message, kill the messenger