this mane, this coronet
You hold me against my will
I rummage and sear this furious step
You climb adrift this boorish racket
You and me could ride this »
The Hem Around Us
Dyed in the Wool
by Shannon Wright
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Coronets rest on a death's head mask
No-one is safe while the curfew lasts
But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres gleam
While helmets of blood fill »
Regal Zone
Join Hands
by Siouxsie and the Banshees
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Could it be done? Yes, I could do it
That first snow in Kokomo
Jimmy Dee playing a bass he was learning to play;
Applegate discovered a coronet »
First Snow in Kokomo
Young, Gifted and Black
by Aretha Franklin
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Tickle that thing, boy
Oh, ain't that pretty?
Yowsir
I hear ya, Mr. Sax Man
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Oh, yeah
I hear ya, Mr. Coronet Man
Though I may »
A Lie in My Heart
The Bluebird Recordings 1936-1938
by Tampa Red
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That from coronet to sandal
No one else is worth a candle
That I couldn't make more impact in the nude
So bring me all my finest
Most audacious, mi »
My Strongest Suit
Elton John & Tim Rice's "Aida"
by Spice Girls
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otherness
Kind hearts and coronets
Safe in the warm caress
Of your beautiful otherness
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Beautiful otherness
Oh, yeah
When you're »
Beautiful Otherness
The Everlasting Blink
by Bent
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thunder, take your fire, don't forget your coronet! Imitation =
Potentate, stern expression painted on, mantle made of cellophane and =
Brandishing a rubber »
Collect 'Em All
Collect 'Em All
by Tilt
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This union with creation is a brilliant coronet
What I cannot gain by knowledge
I infect, As I posses.
Put into perspective as I walk up »
Seismic
Reverse, Then Forward Again
by Dogwood
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tried to get away from you
I tried to make a break
You always see right through me, there's no escape
I can still remember you with coronets, white horses »
Romulus and Venus
Last Man to Fly
by The Tear Garden
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praise the infanta
And as she sits upon her place
Her innocence laid on her face
From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Melodies »
The Infanta
Picaresque
by The Decemberists
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coronets caught in the traces
And now all her fetlocks are loose
Oh it's me now I'm terribly nervous
I wonder if Smudges will shy
She's practically »
Hunter Trials
Woman Transcending: Rare Recordings From Annie Haslam's Musical Journey
by Annie Haslam
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