The boatman calls from the lake
A lone loon dives upon the water
I put my hand on hers
Down in the lime tree arbour
The wind in the trees is »
Lime Tree Arbour [5.1 Surround Sound]
The Boatman's Call
by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
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swears she'd work his words out, If she ever knew.
How do I find her, Bearing my heart in hand.
Last winter, Anne arbour Was all I had.
I still wear »
Anne Arbour
Red Letter Day/Woodson
by James Dewees
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and Plunkett
They shot McDonagh and Clarke the brave
From bleak Kilmainham they took Ceannt's body
To arbour Hill and a quicklime grave
But last of all »
James Larkin
Wild Irish Rovers
by The Dubliners
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Little creatures
Cought in the thorns of the rose
arbour helicopters, jets and siren
Wall reciting everry word that has
Ever brought a tree down
And bounce »
Dream House
Prostitute
by Toyah
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Joxer woke up in his sleeping bag many miles from arbour Hill.
The next morning none of the experts gave us the slightest chance
They said the English »
Joxer Goes to Stuttgart
Live at the Point
by Christy Moore
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of a sin dynasty
Gutted like fool's paradise
Glutted on cruel appeitites
We've woven hearts a thorn arbour
Left tear streaked reason upon the shore »
Death Magick for Adepts
Midian
by Cradle of Filth
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silk matricide...
Watchful as she was upon Eden
Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept
hid the hissing of a serpent Libido
In an ancient »
From the Cradle to Enslave
From the Cradle to Enslave
by Cradle of Filth
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maidens, arboured
Who whispered in sects
Of suspicions abroad
That Elizabeth bewitched
See how even now the whore casts
Her spells upon the Black Count »
Beneath the Howling Stars
Cruelty and the Beast
by Cradle of Filth
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