never catch up with me.
I'm so broken,
heðan-biður-afte-care,
So broken,
heðan-biður-afte-care,
Yeah, ha-ee, ha-ee, ha-mmm,
heðan-biður,
** »
So Broken
Jóga
by Björk
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Tin eftihia
Tha gnoriso konta su
Mu 'hes pi
Ki aftes su i leksis
Sto mialo mu vathia
Ihan harahti
Ma os tora
Lipi ke pono
Ego apo esena »
Kommatia
Gia
by Despina Vandi
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pop
I'm a little balloon full and firm
Here is my AFT and here is my stern
Here's my lips and here's my hose
Put me down or I will burst
If you »
Balloon
The Raven
by Lou Reed
|
for a while.
Join my body, with my mind.
Oh, I cried at the common one
4 weeks aft' he died.
Put your hands on, put your hands on. »
Place Your Hands
Glow
by Reef
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for a while.
Join my body, with my mind.
Oh, I cried at the common one - four weeks aft' he died.
Put your hands on, put your hands on. »
Place Your Hands
One for the Lads
by Reef
|
And I thought I'd lost you
And our little ship
Would sink or run aground
But the precious craft
Was sturdy fore and aft
It rolled on a stormy sea »
Little Ship
Little Ship
by Loudon Wainwright III
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heather grows
Where AFT times I've been cheery
Mormond Braes where heather grows
It's there that I lost my dearie.
So fare thee weel ye Mormond Braes
Where »
Mormond Braes
A Health to the Ladies
by Craig Herbertson
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Blown away
Blown away
Baby I'm gonna AFT blow you away
I'm blown [15]
You make me feel like a stranger in my own house
You got me running around »
Blown Away
Destination
by Ronan Keating
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the fine city hall of New York.
In a very fine craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her.
She had twenty-three masts »
The Irish Rover
Dubliners Live [Zyx]
by The Dubliners
|
This old town's been home long as I remember
This town's gonna be here long afte I'm gone
Here we all work hard and we stick together
We've been »
My Town
Big Time
by Little Texas
|
just look at it with gloom,
Then fold it like an airplane and sail it 'cross the room.
If they believe you don't kow your fore from your AFT,
That's »
Dodgin' the Draft
My Son, the Box
by Allan Sherman
|
the better half.
Well, it all sounds sorta funny,
But it hurts too much to laugh.
She got the gold mine, I got the sha-a-aft.
Now, listen, you ain't »
She Got the Goldmine (I Got the Shaft)
The Man with the Golden Thumb
by Jerry Reed
|
on a Monday morning,
Oh, what a terrible sight to see,
Dabtoes forward and the dustmen AFT,
Sittin' there a'pickin' at a chicken on a raft!
Hi, ho, chicken »
Chicken on a Raft
Young Tradition Sampler
by The Young Tradition
|
on the bedroom floor
I watch you sailing far above the seashore
In deep Atlantic skies
You float as I look AFT to watch the moon rise
Above the avenue
I search »
The Airway
Of June
by Owl City
|
on the bedroom floor
I watch you sailing far above the seashore
In deep Atlantic skies
You float as I look AFT to watch the moon rise
Above the avenue
I »
The Airway
Of June
by Owl City
|
Fire Maringo, fire him away
Sally Brown she's a handy little craft
Fire Maringo, fire him away
Hot shot to the fore and rounded in the AFT
Fire maringo, »
Fire Maringo
Mud Water Dance
by Tears for Beers
|
the grand City Hall in New York
We'd an elegant craft, it was rigged 'fore and aft
And how the trade winds drove her
She had twenty-three masts and she »
The Irish Rover
Ireland In Music and Song
by Tommy Makem
|
Fire, fore and aft
Man the boats and put to the sea
Crashing yardarms - cries of pain
A will to live - a chance to flee
Panic on the boats »
Marooned
Death or Glory
by Running Wild
|
Twas a wonderful craft she was rigged fore and aft
And oh how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts she had twenty-seven masts
And they »
The Irish Rover
Going Out in Style
by Dropkick Murphys
|
to fore and AFT
They'd swing aboard with lust and greedy hearts
They'd rape and murder woman and torture all the men
Then throw their bloody carcass »
Charles Gibbs
Cayo Hueso
by Chris Foster
|
I see you have his photograph
His eyes are watching for dangers fore or aft
Trading days beneath the sun
For the cold and wintry nights »
Murmansk Run/Ellis Island
24 Carrots [Bonus Tracks]
by Al Stewart
|
the racks
No pressure do they hold
And the people down below will soon be dyin'
All amidships, oh she's blazin' now
It's spreadin' fore and AFT
The people »
Ballad of Yarmouth Castle
Sunday Concert
by Gordon Lightfoot
|
vents, dogged hatch and porthole down
Put cables to her, 'fore and AFT and birded her around
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain »
The Mary Ellen Carter
Between the Breaks...Live!
by Stan Rogers
|
York
'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and AFT
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts »
Irish Rover
Communication & Conviction: Last Seven Years
by The Tossers
|
shit, I'm grabbin my go nads
And slangin' gangsta vocabs straight of the notepad
AFT the dope sack quote that gangsta funk
Warren g what ya'll »
Speed Dreamin'
The Return of the Regulator
by Mista Grimm
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