Let me bring you songs from the wood： To make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows. Hold you steady as you go. Join the chorus if you can: It'll make of you an honest man. Let me bring you love from the field: To heal the wound and still the pain That threatens again and again As you drag down every lover's lane. Life's long celebration's here. I'll toast you all in penny cheer. Let me bring you all things refined: Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. Greetings well met fellow, hail! I am the wind to fill your sail. I am the cross to take your nail: A singer of these ageless times. With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Let me bring you songs from the wood： To make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows. Hold you steady as you go. Join the chorus if you can: It'll make of you an honest man. Let me bring you love from the field: To heal the wound and still the pain That threatens again and again As you drag down every lover's lane. Life's long celebration's here. I'll toast you all in penny cheer. Let me bring you all things refined: Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. Greetings well met fellow, hail! I am the wind to fill your sail. I am the cross to take your nail: A singer of these ageless times. With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Let me bring you songs from the wood： To make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows. Hold you steady as you go. Join the chorus if you can: It'll make of you an honest man. Let me bring you love from the field: To heal the wound and still the pain That threatens again and again As you drag down every lover's lane. Life's long celebration's here. I'll toast you all in penny cheer. Let me bring you all things refined: Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale. Greetings well met fellow, hail! I am the wind to fill your sail. I am the cross to take your nail: A singer of these ageless times. With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
When you're falling awake And you take stock of the new day And you hear your voice croak As you choke on what you need to say Well, don't you fret, d...
Sitting on a park bench -- aqualung eyeing ittle girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose -- greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Dry...
in the shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all time loser, headlong to his death. he feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his b...
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants I'd rather do a Vindaloo, take away is what I wantI was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a...
Gonna lose my way tomorrow, Gonna give away my car, I'd take you along with me, But you would not go so far, Don't see what I do not want to see, You ...
Really don't mind if you sit this one out. I may make you feel but i can't make you think. So you ride yourselves over the fields and You make all you...
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow While you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go. To warm their bones...
Walking through forests of Palm Tree Apartments Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents Down by the waterhole, drunk every FridayEating thei...
In the dark of the city backwoods Something stirs then slips away Law and order in darkest Knights bridge Crime and punishment at play Hey Mr. Police...