of pain?
As a dark angelcalls my name
I won't answer (loneliness)
arid landscapes call for me to be the desert cancer
Have you had your resurrection »
Resurrection
TTD's Vibrator
by Terence Trent D'Arby
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of the grasses
Mary and her new blue lassies
Come a-riding in the fall with me
Grey the shades of all nights past me
Rid the blood inside the old tree »
Yellow Lights
The Saga of Mayflower May
by Marissa Nadler
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a-riding on the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had »
Tennessee Stud
Country Style [1962]
by Ramblin' Jack Elliott
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eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before »
Under My Umbrella
Morning View
by Incubus
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the crowd
Come on ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
A-well a-ride me high
(Stranger eyes)
Yeah you took the fall
And then you landed soft
You thought »
Stranger Eyes
Heartbeat City
by The Cars
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the fertilizers of the future but we never offer enough for humanity
To ever take root
The soil is arid from ignorance, injustice, and contamination
Blue »
Doom Farmer
Starving the Vultures
by Circle of Dead Children
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eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before »
Under My Umbrella
Morning View/The Morning View Sessions [CD/DVD]
by Incubus
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down,
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town.
Met the King and the Queen, and a company more
Come a-walking behind and a-riding before
Come »
Nottamun Town
What We Did on Our Holidays
by Fairport Convention
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down,
To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town.
Met the King and the Queen, and a company more
Come a-walking behind and a-riding before
Come »
Nottamun Town [Alternate Version]
Fairport Unconventional
by Fairport Convention
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likely she'll stumble, most likely she'll fall
But never you'll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball
As they were a-riding, 'bout halfway round
That grey »
Stewball
Joan Baez 5
by Joan Baez
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arid dependence.
Dehumanization.
The machine runs on.
Silent scarification.
Look twice at what remains.
Fractured earth bleeds black. »
Eastern Kansas Love Song
Nailed to Your Ruins
by Beneath the Ashes
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on your rein
And you never will lose boys,
You always will gain
As they were a-riding
'Bout halfway 'round
That grey mare she stumbled
And fell »
Stewball
Alabama Bound [BMG]
by Leadbelly
|
deep inside you.
My Desert Rose,
Born are the few;
Always with me,
A vision of you.
Acrolith reflection, that floats through my dreams,
arid is »
Desert Rose
Crossroads Guitar Festival 2004 [DVD]
by Eric Johnson
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[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
When daylight form blinding walls
Where do we go?
The darkness calls
Days arid are scorching all
Where do we go?
The darkness »
Porphyria
Black Sails in the Sunset
by AFI
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Last night in my dream
I traveled for years and years
Galaxies, centuries
No one was there it was bare and arid
Red earth, eternal dust
Had to keep »
Fountains on Fire
Bleed Your Cedar
by Elysian Fields
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my mind
You should have
Never possessed arid demon
Yourself undone
Keep on looking
But you fuck it away
And you'll keep on trying
But your »
Filter
Futility
by Dååth
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your face, do your make-up
Open the fridge and fill your cup
Don't go down there tonight
You will be out all night
arid I am out of sight
I »
The Ethereal One
Misere
by The Monochrome Set
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on
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
When daylight forms blinding walls, where do we go?
The darkness calls
Days arid are »
Porphyria
Black Sails EP
by AFI
|
deep inside you.
My Desert Rose,
Born are the few,
Always with me,
A vision of you.
Acrolith reflection, that floats through my dreams,
arid is »
Desert Rose
Ah Via Musicom
by Eric Johnson
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From the west comes old Death
A-riding on the storm
With hungry eyes for funeral fires
To burn till the morrow's dawn
For tis the night, here »
Samhain
Belladonna & Aconite
by Inkubus Sukkubus
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Hollywood where all the lights are low
And truth's as rare as the winter snow
She wanted a place arid as her soul
Where her only job was never to grow old »
Hollywood Ending
One Beat
by Sleater-Kinney
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I'm lettin' go now, don't think I can last
I'm lettin' go now, I've been living too fast
I'm not up in the morning arid beat the clock at night
It's »
Lettin' Go
The Best of UFO 1974-1983
by UFO
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place
Let me complicate what you made simple
By looking fancy or sounding boastful
Please bring me down
arid now that I have said what's on my mind »
Beautiful Truth
This Is the Story
by The Proclaimers
|
gone
The lieutenant he has gone, pretty Peggy-O
The lieutenant he has gone, long gone
He's a-riding down in Texas with the rodeo.
Well, our captain »
Pretty Peggy-O
Bob Dylan
by Bob Dylan
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snow-white hair
There'll be old Kit Carson and Custer waiting there
A-riding in the last roundup »
The Last Round Up
Bing Crosby the Crooner: The Columbia Years 1928-1934
by Bing Crosby
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