be devoured! vengeance is completed by the torments of hell even the dead shall shred tears of fear hatred is satiated by the lost souls that fell even the dead
to my good king King of both the land and sea We wish may god save my king For ever I will the prince From Uruguay to Philippines But my sigh of remorse
love We are not here to sing We're here to kill the dove Why must this moment come When childhood has to die When hope shrinks to a sigh And speech into
chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey? It is: stay by the gate you are given And remain in your place, for your season And had the overfed dead
Sing what you can't say Forget what you can't play Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes Walk within my poetry, this dying music - My love letter to nobody Never sigh
and white Dead breath from TV sets fill the empty houses with a dead white light It's no surprise Dead checks, dead sex, Dead cigarettes flood the ambulance
gerls come innocent and the gerls leave hoes Those that luv to cuddle And those that wear rings Those that long to to grab my nuts And those that luv to sing
(Rick Springfield) Hey Mr. Songwriter Write a song today Sing to my baby Who's going away Leaving on the evening plane To where I don't know Give me
about a month later in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this
love We are not here to sing We're here to kill the dove Why must this moment come When childhood has to die When hope shrinks to a sigh And speech
a spoon But God help the singer Out of tune A crippled Mohammad Ali Looked at bad luck in the mirror Bad luck looked back at him And sighed He looked
octave, I don't mean to confuse you Many of us have been taught to sing And so we practice scales Many of us were born singing And thus were born with
Curling lips, fingertips, dead eye dips I saw it all in the blackfield Splinter cracks, summer tracks, paperbacks We found them all in the blackfield
stand it no longer, At the end of the song, she had dropped to the floor. Sobbing and sighing, she rose from the table, And sobbing and sighing, she
of the past The singing in your veins And I held you And I touched you And embraced you And I felt you And with every breath and every sigh I felt
