Lyrics:
high-class cat
She's queen of the last dance rodeo.
But under the gas lamp
The air is thick and velvety
Your bones filled with hunger
Your heart filled
Now I see you in my sleep
Your eyes are just reserved as memories
Were like two spirits in the street
Huddled under the gas lamp's heat
Were like two
an away
City streets of gas lamps and trees, you said to me
"I know just what you mean"
I can see you painted in neon lights and LEDs
I can't breathe
At midnight in a desert city
We are totally free
You know I'm a tramp
The moon is a gas lamp
In the black Sky
I met a stranger
This is Lucifer's blues
I've got
noc a po niej świt
Nie bój się żyć choć serce śpi
I nie gaś lamp niech nie grozi im chłód
Wśród ulic miast są takie drzwi
Za nimi ktoś kto też czeka na
one hundred years before to night so,
Put all your gas lamps on low,
We’ll tell you all about this,
Put all your gas lamps on low,
Some of you might
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's cold and damp
I'm a nasty surprise
I'm a devil in disguise
I'm a footstep at night
I'm a scream of the fright
All
It's hard to feel what's in your head
Where the gas lamps grow
And the garbage blows
Around the paper stands
And a baby cried
And I saw
has entrusted in our hands the will of the state
No pictures, no touchin' the strippers
Don't come around with no glass slippers
Gas lamps, gas
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's cold and damp
I'm a nasty surprise
I'm a devil in disguise
I'm a footstep at night
I'm a scream of the fright
All
The grand canal
Now splashed with red
Reflects on swallows wings.
The lamplighter knows the song the evening sings.
But the gas-lamps stand like
for "The Ripper"
Or if you like, "Jack The Knife"
Any back alley street
Is where we'll probably meet
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's cold
like a dog
I am a wolf man who walks alone in the gas lamp
Shadows of the streets at night
I am a man-wolf upright on two feet in the
City dressed
Except for "The Ripper"
Or if you like "Jack The Knife"
Any back alley street
Is where we'll probably meet
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's
grotesque
Night time in Budapest
The puppet theater is so dark inside
Gas lamps light the stage
We're watching as the curtain begins to rise
What
NORA'S TREE
The electricity is gone
They bombed the infrastructure
Even today we can't watch
Bel & Sebastien
Candle lights, romantic seating
Gas
wheel
S.D. is that venue
Gas Lamp's the district
Its valet when we step thru
Took an eleveator to an elevator
It's oh so sequencial
The view is so five
you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land
Your friend, Dracula
Die, Victoria’s century
Zenith of Empire
Smog envelops London
Shroud’s the gas
handiwork for the hours after supper
And the children learned to read
There were authors just for children
The gas lamp lit brighter expectations
That wizard
The gas-lamp flickers in the night
And jingle-jangles in the wind
The pool-hall cowboys play and play
'cause pool-hall hot shots don't go home
sublime
So wester Vespertine
Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
The moon invades the vestal bower
Gas lamps flicker in devotion
Like fireflies
looking.
We're defenseless from whatever they got cooking.
Up town is a different scene, Gas Lamp Quarter worth visiting,
But hippies aren't welcome
Or if you like ""Jack The Knife""
Any back alley street
Is where we'll probably meet
Underneath a gas lamp
Where the air's cold and damp
I'm a nasty
I had a friend. Lived in a cave. No one knew he was there;
A mattress, a fire, a gas lamp, four buckets, and dredlocks in his hair
Way way off, way
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