sale you barely find
And it's sold, you better believe it's freezing cold.
When it's sold, you'd better believe it's freezing cold
Oh Whitehall »
South Is Only a Home
Gallowsbird's Bark
by The Fiery Furnaces
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this is far from ideal
This is a downcast position
At least it is real
It may be silent
But I hear bombs fall
I hear sirens
Down in Whitehall
I see »
Parliament Square
The World Is Saved
by Stina Nordenstam
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and road ???
The yellow lines look blue
Snow buries Whitehall
White powdered nembutal
And I can't think any more
My feet are like ice
As the moon »
Sno Cat
Mississippi Studios: Live, Vol. 3
by Kristin Hersh
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slain"
A thousand lifetimes, left standing at the docks
In the bar down in Whitehall, they're sure the boat won't rock
In a file marked secrets in »
Jacob's Ladder
Readymades
by Chumbawamba
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was drunk in Whitehall
A million miles away.
What saw ye there in Flanders, my Jimmy-o?
What se ye there in Flanders, My Own Jimmy-o?
We rang »
Young Jimmy in Flanders
Fire in the Glen
by Phil Cunningham
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There's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall
Are grabbing at it's walls.
[Chorus]
Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall »
Rock on Rockall
25th Anniversary
by Wolfe Tones
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To Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs
And worry all the whores
There's leechers up in Whitehall
And queers in the GLC
And when »
Transmetropolitan
Red Roses for Me
by The Pogues
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"Six o'clock my place Whitehall",
but I arrived just after seven,
but you said "it dosent matter,
"I under stand your situation and your image I'm »
Cocaine Socialism
Little Soul, Pt. 1
by Pulp
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And somewhere in a Whitehall room
Who's popping prostitutes full
Of scotch and falling off
And that persistent cough a cosy number
And all those goons »
Traffic Accident
Pleased to Meet You
by Sleeper
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can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers
That stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
Who orders »
Forgotten Sons
Script for a Jester's Tear
by Marillion
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naughty nazis
A fra¨¹lein with a bullwhip
A lullaby of über alles
A shaking upper lip
It's all become a Whitehall farce
That's how we tear our fears »
Hitler's Tears
Why We Fight
by John Wesley Harding
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A million lifetimes
Left dying in the sun
In the streets down in Whitehall
Dogs picking at the bones
Nine eleven got branded
Nine eleven got sold »
Jacob's Ladder (Not in My Name)
Readymades and Then Some
by Chumbawamba
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and mortals can only die.
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless,
Faceless, watchers that stalk the carpeted corridors of Whitehall;
Who order »
Forgotten Sons
For Whom the Bells Toll
by Fish
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call
And I hear they're counting numbers in a store down in Whitehall
So much information, what can they do with it all?
Don't come 'round for me »
Demystification
Topolino
by Lush
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to install down in Whitehall,
So much information what can they do with it all?
Don't come round with any of that cheap karma,
Don't come round with any »
Demystification
The Curse of Zounds
by Zounds
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hey
She have Peter mark and she dey with Saul
She even have a married man over Whitehall
So mek sure when yuh in love yuh nuh fall
Nuh fall, nuh »
Rubbers
Finally
by Frisco Kid
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to how yuh look good yuh mek me haffi bawl out
Look like yuh born wi gold spoon inna yuh
True di Whitehall gyal dem, dem a look hot
Readysouth gyal dem, »
Gold Spoon
Gonna Bring Ya
by Buju Banton
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down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
Where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,
Neglected and selected. I went »
Alice's Restaurant Massacree
Alice's Restaurant
by Arlo Guthrie
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the draft.
They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,
Where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, »
Alice's Restaurant (The Massacree Revisted)
Alice's Restaurant: The Massacree Revisited
by Arlo Guthrie
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not what I'm here to tell you about.
I'm here to talk about the draft.
They got a buildin' down in New York City called Whitehall Street, where you »
Alice's Restaurant
Singers and Songwriters: The Folk Years
by Arlo Guthrie
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