Nux nomica adctriticos etc etc etc Periwig power Virgil did a bag wig but periwigs linger in court Horse hair and a dead language and dead old »
Periwig Power
Cacophony
by Rudimentary Peni
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dead language of love
Is there a question about it? Do you feel sentimental yet?
What are you communicating? Hey please can you tell me that?
I »
Dead Language of Love
A New Morning, Changing Weather
by The (International) Noise Conspiracy
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to the length of his waist
Dirt swept we shiver with our mouths to the ground
Word dancers shout the dead language of thieves
Dreams are omition, they fall »
Face [Live]
Invocations: 1981-1989
by Christian Death
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swords may guard the garden of Eden
But we consulted maps from earlier days
dead languages on our tongues
Holding on to our last hope
And the day was »
San Bernardino
Heretic Pride
by The Mountain Goats
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spoken.
Every employee is a pharmacy.
This dead language is corporate jargon for our occult medicine.
Another is a poison for the white collar woe you »
Two Shades of Stricken
We the Bankrupt
by Fax Arcana
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Between the lines of dead language tongues, before the dawn our hearts they shall hunt. The smell of blood excites the nostrils at first cut. »
Nocturnal
Nocturnal
by The Black Dahlia Murder
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of life in long dead languages
Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see her
Be my mannequin
Be my mannequin
I »
Mannequin
Mannequin
by Cradle of Filth
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Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos
dead languages and living man's lingoes
Put the relics of the saint in a glass box
And march him around the block »
Bottoms Up, Socrates [#]
Pitchfork & Lost Needles
by Clutch
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We watched white stars overhead
All this pressures int our head
We watched white stars overhead
So this language must be dead
Oh, volcano, »
Brazil Is Her [*]
Antidotes [Japan]
by Foals
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an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though »
My Body is a Cage
Scratch My Back
by Peter Gabriel
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an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though »
My Body is a Cage [Oxford London Temple Version]
Scratch My Back
by Peter Gabriel
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an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though »
My Body Is a Cage [Oxford London Temple Version] [Version]
Scratch My Back
by Peter Gabriel
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an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though »
My Body Is a Cage [Oxford London Temple Version] [*][Version]
Scratch My Back [Special Edition]
by Peter Gabriel
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(Cabaniss - Quinton)
I'm the ghoul king
Of a million dead souls
I'm erotic language
That was blessed in hell
Should have said goodbye
When you saw »
Bad Luck Charm
Disconnected
by Stiv Bators
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an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I'm living in an age
Whose name I don't know
Though »
My Body Is a Cage
Neon Bible
by Arcade Fire
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cloud over our heads
She looked better in a black suit
But he looked better... dead
Oh, having trouble with the language
With a knock, knock, knock »
Having Trouble with the Language
Growing, Pains
by Billie Myers
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a river of red. now that the living outnumber the d
Speak my language. hello. hello. here come the quick. there go the dead. here they come. bright red. »
Speak My Language
Bright Red
by Laurie Anderson
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Down a river of red
Now that the living outnumber the dead
Speak my language »
The Geographic North Pole
The Ugly One with the Jewels and Other Stories
by Laurie Anderson
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Poem for the living dead
Kill to this rhythm
When our sore bodies spoke in a language you don't speak
Through these loser words losing the trick »
Change Is Nothing (Everything Is)
Maelstrom
by JR Ewing
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We don't need this dead, dead media,
We're not mourning any more,
The analogue image hits our poor tired retinas,
We killed the digital whores »
Dead Media
Dead Media
by Hefner
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my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead
And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair »
There Only Was One Choice
Dance Band on the Titanic
by Harry Chapin
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child born in Mississippi
You know the poor child is born dead
When he came into the world
The doctor spank him, the black baby cry
When he came »
Born Dead
J.B. Lenoir
by J.B. Lenoir
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to Los Angeles
For the language we use
London is dead, London is dead
London is dead, London is dead
London is dead, London is dead
Now I'm too »
Glamorous Glue
Your Arsenal
by Morrissey
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For all of our languages we can't communicate
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here
Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream »
Natives
Live in Dublin 2006
by Christy Moore
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passed lifetimes ago. The "saints" drink
The blood of their own. Your pathetic prayers mean
Nothing for
Our mother is already dead. She tried her best »
What We Have Become
Between the Buried and Me [Bonus Sampler]
by Between the Buried and Me
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