Letras:
Loom

above the street And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me. Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room With a golden loom

It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means

It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Henry Hand upon hand And the wind, it bit bitter For a girl of no

( Lyrics from a Native American poem from Tewa ) O our Mother the Earth, o our Father the Sky, Your children are we, and with tired backs We bring you

More Than I'd Like To Admit I Find Myself Leaning Towards A Stint Of Violence To bring Some Kind Of Rest I'm Running Down The Nameless Faces Laughing

[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra] [Lead: Arkadius] So I reel away to a vale of cists in front of me endless buried names of forlorn games wilting I fall

specter of me reflected I want a monument of friendship That we never had, erected I want it to take up lots of room I want it to loom You always

Fatima, give her the world U see my friend life is a loom So you keep smiling like me Oh is this where you get of? 50 bugs please Chorus Life is a loom

A golden moment's come to pass, and it made a swift goodbye, waved its hand from left to right, saying bye, farewell, goodnight. But it left me brave