I hope you're sitting comfortably I saved you the best seat in the house Right up in the front row The stars have been torn down The moon is locked away
Farmer Emmerich went into his barn And found a cow suckling a serpent And a brown ape clanking a heavy chain Said Farmer Emmerich to the ape Never ask
I was just a boy when I sat down To watch the news on TV I saw some ordinary slaughter I saw some routine atrocity My father said, don't look away You
Pass me that lovely little gun My dear, my darting one The cleaners are coming, one by one You don't even want to let them start They are knocking now
Through the woods, and frosted moors Past the snow-caked hedgerows I Bed down upon the drifting snow Sleep beneath the melting sky I whisper all your
Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed Wondering what to do With a lump of wood, a piece of wire And a little pot of glue O Mamma O Mamma He sawed at
The wintergreen, the juniper The cornflower and the chicory All the words you said to me Still vibrating in the air The elm, the ash and the linden tree
Through the windswept coastal trees Where the dead come rising from the sea With a teddy-bear clamped between her knees She says, where can my loverman
I just wanna feel good everyday I wanna wear smile upon my face I wanna feel the joys of the day I wanna feel alight in every moment Said I won't wast
Pour me donner du courage J?ai bu, ca n?a l?air de rien Un whisky de 12 ans d?age Ca tombe bien c?est aussi l?mien J?ai pas encore de moustache Mais
Vivo debajo de un puente La acera esta fria La hoguera es caliente Han tirado un mueble Que no puede abrirse Y ayer vi una rata De pena morirse Pues yo
Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed Wondering what to do With a lump of wood and a piece of wire And a little pot of glue Oh mama, oh mama He sawed
[Apollo' s lyre] Les filles du soleil ont les clefs portes celestes, de l'outretombe,du people des reves, dans les solstices,comme dards de feu, deux
Dies ist die Geschichte von El Lute. Ein Mann der geboren wurde um wie ein wildes Tier gejagt zu werden weil er arm war und sich nicht wehren konnte
This is the story of El Lute A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal Because he was poor But he refused to accept his fate And today his honor
(written by Thomas campion; 1600) When to her lute Corinna sings Her voice revives the leaden strings And doth on highest note appeare As any challeng