We're talking away I don't know what's left to say I'm sayin' it anyway Today's another day to find you Shying away I'll be coming for your love o.k.?
[This song is an old version of "Thank You For Not Moshing" from their '98 CD. It appears on the Goldfinger/Reel Big Fish split 7". I don't know if
Fish Sticks! Fish Sticks! (What a delicious treat!) Fish Sticks! Fish Sticks! (They're very good to eat!) Fish Sticks! Fish Sticks! (Yumm!) Gimme gimme
Fishes and Scorpions In the morning sun Dance to the changing seasons Get away with none Water sign in the air Touch the earth with flame See the friendly
her fish Don't swim in my sea Yes, I would reel her Oh I would reel her in Lord knows I would reel I would reel I would reel her in But her fish Her fish
fish I love my swedish fish I love my swedish fish He's my secret wish I love my swedish fish I love my swedish fish I love my swedish fish He's my favourite
Take this time and figure out Who you are without your crowd Why your silence is so loud And why you can't escape them Break away, Find yourself Break
I went down to the fishing hole, And I set down with my fishing pole; Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait And Jerked me out in the middle of
much brighter yesterday And all you can think of is how to get away You say you don?t wanna tie me down And you point out all the other fish around
Traduzione: Gli altri due. Di pesce saporito.
: One day I'll go out walking I don't know where (could be anywhere) Send a letter 'cause I'm sick of talking (Send my love - you know I won't be there
Sister, hear my plea ~ I've got alot of vitamin C ~ and all the feelings you will kneed(need) ~ for the material you'll weave - She's too rough around
Il nous en a pourtant fallu bien du courage Pour decouvrir coute que coute nouveaux rivages Partir ils etaient plutot longuets les voyages Le c?ur barbouille
Si l'on ne voit pas pleurer les poissons Qui sont dans l'eau profonde C'est que jamais quand ils sont polissons Leur maman ne les gronde Quand ils s'
A la peche des coeurs, je ne veux plus aller Je ne veux plus, ma mere Y en a trop de douleur quand l'amour s'envoler Et laisser pauvre gars qui pleure
On est une petite bande de bons barjots, Ou personne ne commande, sauf au bistrot. On est une fine equipe de bons vivants, Ou quand y'en a qui flippent
Hier dans un cauchemar un pecheur me laissait tomber sur un trottoir et une contractuelle en uniforme expres expres pour pas etre belle s'est penchee
Siehst du all die Fische in deinem Aquarium? Standig offnen sie ihr Maul, ihr Schrei bleibt dabei stumm. Sie glotzen durch die Scheibe, dumpf in diese