quite proud of you Please, take me to the moon Please don't worry, I'll be coming home soon Please, take us all, take us all to the moon Now is the
Tradução: Revolver. Luna.
criminal lust I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease The blood is the life! Even the moon will
: It seems as though I've lived my life On the bad side of the moon To stir your dregs in sickness still Without the rustic spoon Common people live
For even were there ne?er a cloudy day No tempest to divide what love had bound The galley which the moon holds in her sway Could not but stir the peace
one they drop down dead, two hundred men She...she, Life in Death. She lets him live, her chosen one. "One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick
one They drop down dead, two hundred men She...She Life in Death. She lets him live, her chosen one. [Narrative] "One after one by the star dogged moon
by one they drop down dead, two hundred men She...she, Life in Death. She lets him live, her chosen one. "One after one by the star dogged moon, too
from the sky. Tears of a virgin, *** of a god. Thirteen drops of an infant's blood A twist of a cat's spit and oil of the moon Stir for a while and very
: Black and gray clouds willow in the balance as the sun falls. Rain plays a heart warming tune, on the pavement. Emotions stir. A feeling of warmness
: This is a bad, bad movie It's gone on too long the ending's all wrong And oh, there's no hope I stir my coffee; you try to smile I hear the clink of
: including: Dawn Song Last Skirmish Prince Puppert's Lament Night enfolds her cloak of holes Around the river meadow. Old moon-light stalks by brocken
And snap back and battle my own shadow cus ya?ll wack and all that, Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky, Toss me the chunky, Imma brew these punkies, Stir
back and battle my own shadow cus ya'll wack and all that Bullshit ya talkin startin to get funky Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies Stir I
: If tomorrow's sun doesn't shine If no creatures stir in the morning time If the clouds go still in the sky And the days roll in and pass us by I will
that duel duel in pools. Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) to Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes,
whisper No farewell, nothing spoken Silence fell while hearts were broken No one stirred, was it love? Did we ever know the meaning of the word? Now there's a moon