knows are they phony Or maybe are they real? Corn circles, hey Corn circles, hey Corn circles, is somebody playing a trick? Corn circles, pixies, witches
Tradução: Waterboys, el. Círculos de Maíz.
say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the
Senseless and savage They act without order In logical lapses They stain their mouths with blood So take my hand This barren land is alive tonight Oh, the corn
: There's a blood red circle on the cold dark ground and the rain is falling down The church doors blown open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation
: (Bowie) In the corner of the morning in the past I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers
: The day is gone when the angels come to stay And all the silent whispers will be blown away And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging
: A wallflower punch talks to Judy In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in But they don't read page to page or speak easy Now they're gonna go
going back to that now All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack BLAOW Cause I ain't playin' around There's a game called circle and I don't know
waitin for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy [Violent J] I feel him in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon
the dressing room blows the windows from their frames. And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came. Spoken: There's one seat in the circle
New Day. And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind you're a rabbit on the run. And the silver splinters fly in the corner of
, jump to the right. Think round corners into night. Let's go in wet corridors: dive down drains. Draw strength from machinery, it's al] the same. Thinking round corners. Think round corners
matinee. There's a telegram from the writer, but there is no rehearsal. The electrician has been told to make the spotlights brighter. There's one seat in the circle
t take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once
