Oh, how sadly sound the songs, the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror now She would
You make me invisible Like sky you make my day And I feel so wonderful Oh, oh, oh, don?t let go I?m seeing the dark of you It feels like I never saw
Waiting at the station Feel no hesitation and begin the ride Still pretty young But time's already come and I begin to slide I'm turning down, down looking
(Jackson Browne) Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror
(feat. Sarah Cracknell) Waiting at the station Feel no hesitation and begin the ride Still pretty young,but time's already come and I begin to slide
Übersetzung: Jackson Browne. Birds Of St. Marks.
Übersetzung: Jackson Browne. The Birds Of St. Marks.
Übersetzung: Mark Brown. Die Reise geht weiter.
Wake me from this nightmare I can hardly breathe No I am joy that don't go nowhere I got no one to see (yeah) I can't find all that I've lost They tell
recede the road is gone behind your back I'll show you another life Full of hate full of sorrow Sulphur awaits your soul I'll put a mark on your skin
on my grizzly savage see? From the first day, we laid eyes on each other at the office I knew we was gon' be lovers (I remember) Mark hotel under the
ll make you wait longer than AC green Passion of the Christ, 33 year old virgin That's disrespectful baby don't encourage him I like them brown yellow
: I had forgotten all about 'The Case Of The Three Pins' THEY SAID I MUST BE CRACKED Until the brown paper parcel landed on my welcome mat Even the pretty
', young g's holdin' Nerve control 'em, they say that son be zonin' I'm half Huey, half Malcolm, part Martin Mixed with Mark Garvey, sharp as Sharpton
I came up Look around ain't shit changed much We all in the struggle with the same luck Lemme get some of that aimed at ya puff The new cup of brown
that's why the Priest been falling back 'Cause when the Revolution start All those cliques that fall apart will soon be the devil's mark And none the