( Music & lyrics by Daniel Gildenlow) (we were too weak protest or to care) our ugly lies will outnumber us by far your beautiful dreams you must close
[Music by D. Gildenlow] [instrumental]
Late, it was always late when we would meet the only two around Too awake to sleep, too tried to lay down so we would dream And there were not too many
Words and music by Sting Turn on my V.C.R. Same one I've had for years James Brown on the Tammy show Same tape I've had for years I sit in my old car
Oh, I can't get you off of my mind When I try I'm just wasting my time Lord, I've tried and I've tried And all night long I've cried But I can't get
Oh, yes sir I don't care if it comes in a bottle I don't care if it comes in a can I don't care if it's stirred or shaken Man, could you give me one
Tu scendi dalle stelle, o Re del cielo, e vieni in una grotta al freddo e al gelo. (2 v.) O Bambino mio divino, io ti vedo qui a tremar; o Dio beato !
Tu scendi dalle stelle, o Re del cielo, e vieni in una grotta al freddo e al gelo. (2 v.) O Bambino mio divino, io ti vedo qui a tremar; o Dio beato
earthly throne! Cast your gaze to the firmament and know fear, for His forces fill the sky! Behold, the armies of war descend screaming from the heavens
[Dover, England: September 1594 (the recollections of a war-weary mariner)] Hearken boy; for I would tell thee a tale before we set sail for the Bay
The battle raged on and on Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We, the
It?s such a sad state of affairs, and I don?t care A sad state of affairs It?s such a sad state of affairs ? I don?t care Look at things long enough
It is so dark. In the beginning it is always dark.
Hail to ye who art in the sacred desert of the west I know you and I know your names Save me from these snakes which are in Rosetjau Which live on the
Oh, I can't get you off of my mind When I try I'm just wastin' my time Lord I've tried and I've tried And all night long I've cried But I can't get you
Long Satan and Babylon are walking They're talking of fire and of ice Of the silence that stalks in the forest And a Christ spun out of the worlds