Lyrics:
arables
Mon ami se mari
À la marocaine on mange des figues hey
J'me suis marié au Maroc
Mais c'était à l'université what the fuck
On s'est fait promettre un
We need your hands around us
(AU :)
God’s timespan
Is incomparable treasure.
The promised land
is repairable pleasure.
Now that the sand
is arable
of Vanaheim and they are united in the sacred marriage which brings life to the arable and pasture lands. Not known to everyone is the secret lore of witchcraft
sable, détruit les terres arables
Délaisse les menteurs, les crétins d'acteurs,
Les imitateurs, les réflecteurs et les surfeurs.
Kiff ton pif, ta touffe de
the flooded lands
on the edge of the hold
untenable land
non arable land
left overgrown
left to the cold
but still, an ember glows
and a wildflower
be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be
arable (the farmhands all feel terrible)
A river red with rebel blood to sweep us off our feet, do you remember?
Humility on parade
Humility
it arrives
This is one of those chapters
Where the wombs are spinning hamsters
And making arable clatter
While I lie down in green pastures
Hey hey
Même si il est dur, mon petit coeur est une véritable terre arable
Je le sens en moi, il attends encore l'amour véritable
Mais ma tête, elle, se borne
mounds of arable greenery
Low sun throwing long shadows on the flanks of the grazing sheep
How on earth did I end up here
I'd been to the pub
But the pub
love
Everyone’s digging for gold
Brexit, Netflix, what’s your next fix?
Doppe hits, the flows sick yeh but let’s switch
Slaughterhouse farms or arable
can breath this air again
Til then...
Now take a break down by the lake to rest your weary bones
Find a piece of arable land that you can call your
the deep
Knowledge breaks shadow once it pierces the skin
Doubt inspires shadow, is its arable land
stuck on a carousel
Beds sewn with lead but our soil is arable
Is there any season left to harvest?
Picked off by pissed off pricks who think they're
Born on a lilo in a draughty barn
Under the silo on an arable farm
You know, we cooked on the primus as we ran from the rain
And our dad used to time
Born on a lilo in a draughty barn
Under the silo on an arable farm
You know, we cooked on the primus as we ran from the rain
And our dad used to time
Earlier in the morning five o'clock I'm walking
To lift up the iron harrow to my shoulders
Then full day my arable here when I'm working
Hard to feed
My mathematical divisibilitys nonsensical
I just calculate if this land is arable
Farmin MJ while yall clickity clack on 2k
I only smack my sticks when
De peur qu'un jour elles deviennent arides, les pages de nos terres arables
Je me noie et je vacille, dans leurs splendeurs affables
À faire tiennes
tried to stop me
You talk a lot nigga stop it
The country of vast arable
And fertile land
It has the youngest population
Of any of the continents in
J'viens, j'dresse la table, bien qu'j'laisse pas croire, j'cultive, pas besoin d'terre arable
Inquiète-toi d'clash, reste loin des parages, jamais
seule à seule
Dans les nuances de tes absences arables
Ravie de renaître loin des hommes, loin du bruit
Le vent d’ailleurs te porte au sec
Jusqu’aux
too loud
These people full of greed
They wanna plant their dirty seed
In all this arable land
They wanna have the upper hand
They wanna be the man
They
wont be arable
For the next generation
Take it to the next step
That is the birth of creation
High praise high stakes
In the land of the makeshift
I feel
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