: bloody tip of hatred - stabbed between the ribs - again and again - don't forget the look of fear - passion and honor - it's all very brave it's all
son pli" Dans ma jeunesse il y a une priere Une prouesse a dire ou a faire Une promesse, un genre de mystere Dans ma jeunesse, il y a une fleur Que
* - first demo as a six piece, in Culver City, 1981, by some hippie at some shitty 8 track studio (enjoy!) ** - "What Price Happiness" 7" session recorded
is rockin' and everyone is feelin' alright - alright It's all when the youth and there's soon gonna be a fight - be a fight It says someone's gonna get
(Getting to know you well) I think we might be okay Chewing on ice cream cones Seeing the sun shine down to you Out in a rowing boat Seeing the seagull
's youth, that's all, that's all, that's all, that's all That's youth, that's all, that's all, that's all, that's all We'd only been friends for a short
There's a way to say what you say There's a way to say what you say There's a way to recognize All the pride that wraps around for my disguise There's a
bloody tip of hatred - stabbed between the ribs - again and again - don't forget the look of fear - passion and honor - it's all very brave it's all very
bleed... silent are tombs of our youth as we lay here exhausted with pictures of long lost friends embraced by cold loneliness I yearn for a breath in
Übersetzung: Jugend. Es gibt nicht einen Freund.
Übersetzung: Youth Brigade. Alle Titel aus der ursprünglichen Version von.
Übersetzung: Youth Brigade. Alle Song From The Original Version Of-Sound \u0026amp; Fury-, mit Ausnahme der vier Last-.
son pli Dans ma jeunesse Il y a une priere Une prouesse A dire ou a faire Une promesse Un genre de mystere Dans ma jeunesse Il y a une fleur Que j'ai
on and on I'm going' for the ??? There's a way to say what you say There's a way to recognize All the pride that wraps around for my disguise There's a
Getting to know you well) I think we might be okay Chewing on ice cream cones Seeing the sun shine down to you Out in a rowing boat Seeing the seagull
head You know she's there to stay You want it She's got it Molly's Chambers gonna change your mind She's got your Your pistol Slow- She's burnin' in
a freezing And sticking like a snow Lingering suspicions Screaming in my head Lies all mixed up with omissions Aw welcome home again It's too late for
nell'odio Sotto un cielo rosso sangue Brucia questo sole I suoi raggi sono lame incandescenti C'e solo odore di morte Come puo finire qui? (Grazie a
