on the sea
Instead I'm on this window ledge,
With the whole world below
Up at the window
Look at the window...
Mr.Plod:
"We can help you" »
Harold the Barrel
Nursery Cryme
by Genesis
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Come wind, come rain, we're off again
Our muddy boots plod down the lane
The snow has snowed, now the grass has grown
And it's time that we were »
Come Wind Come Rain
White Bicycles: Making Music in the 1960s
by Vashti Bunyan
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thinking
Then falling from blue highs
[Repeat: x4]
And time is what I want
And time is fatal
And time is what I
Old men plods
I reason without »
Blue Highs
Stigma
by EMF
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Tommy's into success
So his Torpedoes kept plodding on
And his Torpedoes kept plodding on »
Fairly in the Money Now
It's Going To Happen
by The Undertones
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Who go by the book of plod
Here on Earth, here on Earth
Here on Earth, here on Earth
Here on Earth
Another mother's giving birth
To another »
Here on Earth
Earth, Sun, Moon
by Love and Rockets
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box
With my friend, the famous pc plod, plod, plod*
Kill a cop, kill a cop,
You lay a hand on me, I'm gonna kill you, cop.
Hey! let's all kill some »
Angel's Delight
Viva Dead Ponies
by Fatima Mansions
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and the grey
Folds closer Earth to sky
The world seems shrouded, so far away.
Its noises sleep, and I
As secret as yon buried stream
plod dumbly on and dream. »
Snow
To Drive the Cold Winter Away
by Loreena McKennitt
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I am a robot
I might be paranoid
But I'm a living breathing humanoid
I am a rhombus
I plod around like dough
And I'm secure in everything I know »
I, Robot
Anthem for a New Tomorrow
by Screeching Weasel
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glass
Breaking hearts
Tinker with words
Stocked expectations in all this sickness
Get on your horses plodding in march
Overlook the future
Embrace »
Icebound
Winter Enclosure [Enhanced]
by Octavia Sperati
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[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
Since the beginning of time man has ruled the earth
Deemed the principle power over all
As time plodded on mans knowledge »
Age of Mastery
Identity 5: I Defy
by Jag Panzer
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We were sauced right there on Brighton beach.
You, a goth, and I was such a peach.
I sought to be the best at it.
P-C plod, he still arrested »
Brighton Rock
Waking Up
by Elastica
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at it
Pc plod he still arrested it
We're getting over it
We're sweating over it
That makes you happy
I'm happy too
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na »
Brighton Rock [Live]
Weekend Swingers
by Elastica
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Little donkey, little donkey on the dusty road
Got to keep on plodding onwards with your precious load
Been a long time, little donkey, through »
Little Donkey
Vera Lynn at Christmas
by Vera Lynn
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When he thinks of his table set
His children at the door,
As he plods along the shore
I'll be gone.
When the merchant draws his shade,
Counts the day's »
I'll Be Gone
Mr. Songwriter
by Harlan Howard
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only a test sit and watch windows
The plodding flames lick a dozen stars
Discredit any hopeful discerning rejoice the thought of future scars »
Test
Cleansing
by Prong
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lived in little works and thoughts,
Where little ventures grow and plod,
And paced and plowed his little plots,
And prayed unto his little God.
But »
A Greater God
Hell with the Lid Off
by DJ Zero
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where You went with the x`s paid You can lie down here for a good few days Tell me what you know about a mans affliction Pc plod talk pure science fiction »
Cowboy Dave
Yes, Please
by Happy Mondays
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Up and down until he's numb,
Doesn't rest, Doesn't eat,
Doesn't touch a crumb! Poor Professor Higgins!
Poor Professor Higgins! On he plods »
The Rain in Spain
Nat King Cole Sings My Fair Lady
by Nat King Cole
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hats
Are still coming on pretty strong
While me and Kris and John and Willie
Are stilling plodding right along
Clint Black's moved out »
Living Legends, Pt. 2
Right for the Time
by Waylon Jennings
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The vision quickly ends,
the wasteland still beckons
Plodding toward the chasm
I hear rushing liquid
My mind cannot conceive,
the massacre I behold »
Bloodlands
Vile
by Cannibal Corpse
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as advice
With a tight hand holding the jar
The mud cakes my chin strap, fills up my cuffs
As I plod, now, from creek edge to street side
As it dries I »
Tight to the Jar
Tunesmith Retrofit
by Kelly Joe Phelps
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the wasteland still beckons
Plodding toward the chasm
I hear rushing liquid
My mind cannot conceive,
the massacre I behold
An infinite river of cadavers, »
Bloodlands
Vile [CD/DVD]
by Cannibal Corpse
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the wasteland still beckons
Plodding toward the chasm
I hear rushing liquid
My mind cannot conceive,
the massacre I behold
An infinite river of cadavers, »
Bloodlands [#]
15 Year Killing Spree
by Cannibal Corpse
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fly
A caterpillar to a moth before I die
I plodded through, ordinarily earthbound
I knew my feet could never leave the ground
I went about my way, »
I'm a Hummingbird
Tomorrow Morning
by Eels
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and down until he's numb;
Doesn't rest;
Doesn't eat;
Doesn't touch a crumb!
Poor Professor Higgins!
Poor Professor Higgins!
On he plods
Against all »
The Rain in Spain
Musicality
by Robert Coote
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