Search results for 'landing field'

people think
Well maybe it was a
Landing field but the carvings are very, very
Old and they're very, very big, you
Know, indicating that the people
Who

something I'd hate!

Who wants to wallow in champagne?
I don't.

Who wants a supersonic plane?
I don't.

Who wants a private landing field too?
I don't.
And I

where, I am bound

Give me a chance please be understanding
You are the one, my safe field of landing 

Flying away
Dying to say
Just how much 
I love you

the air
Where's the ground where's the ceiling

Ahhhh don't care
I'm in it for the feeling
Really? Really.
I'm just looking for the landing field
So I can

Backward forwards back toward
we belong
Dark rusted unknown abandoned plane
On the landing field unsettling
and to see death in the faces of the passengers

I can feel, I'm descending
And I see that landing field
The earth is a-calling
This old machine home

Welcome home
Welcome home, boy
Welcome home

Searching for a landing field,
I will fall through (in)to hell

Falling, I'm falling

I'm falling to the grave 'cause I was your slave,
But I don't wanna die

calderas of volcanoes past

Birds of Kantian appeal
Free fall from what they feel
Aren't heights of hubris
But smothering skies

Landing in fields

Landing in a foreign field
Something strange,though, had gone on
Our boss went instead to Hong Kong
Booked into the best hotel
A hundred waiters waiting

that money feel
Delaware State
Landing choppers on the fucking field
My life so fucking real
I don't never go to sleep
‘cause I'm trying to see a hundred

move at all
As I drift into the void

Landing on a field of dying growth
Where the wind has run its course
Ravens leaving trails of feather fall
From

freedom loud 
When I'll see the Lesser Kestrel landing on these fields
I'll learn the secrets behind their bright wings
then fly away
back to the Memories

trails landing in our fields 
Polluting all the crops man this ship needs to stop
I don't trust the government its middle finga to the cops 
I feel

Flying out of the window
Landing on a field of colours

Wishing to be flower
Feeling only in red
Dreaming of my yesterdays
Never will forget these days

Landing
Brodie played the field, now he call the game like Peyton Manning
They called Lanvin, lil stupid bitch keep saying LANVENS
This a 40 cal, knock 'em

through space I ain't landing now
Walking through fields I got landmines around
Chest bumping now and my body starts shaking
Looking all around me sinking

My Time Has Come

Anthony Phillips Band

Invisible Men [Blueprint]

1984

I'd packed my bags by ten past six
Subscriptions paid and sent
Through the fields to the landing strip
I'll always wonder what you meant
Diamonds

Bid is the target of me.
I'll shoot if I hit
I couldn't see the presidential rhyme

our task is to fly from mountain to holiday
landing in a hiphop bi

Landing structures, framing virtual stolen fields
But the surface is not what it really means
Now you're at the apolune
Of the fake cravings that you seek

raising his glass
A vision of the past
Basketball dribbles and broken lead pencil scribbles
Running through a field of green
Crash landing in a new scene

nwụrụ anwụ karịa na mua bụ OHU
Igbo Landing
Ife men na afụ na aka men ibe fa gosi na men bụ OHU
Azu ka anyi ji aba na mmiri anyi ncha niile dikwa n'otu

Lately I just do this shit
Rarely do I plan it nigga
Shooting for the for the stars
Hope I'm balling when I'm landing Nigga
Y'all be on the same shit

the bottom line
Imma go right over they head and they won't pay no mind
In the deep waters, survived the trenches gotta make it thru' the field
No we not in

castle is standing
You're the one who is commanding
Watch them march along the landing down the stairs

He's just a small boy in a small boy's world