Lyrics:
wave that might be traced to Hartwell's radio beacon
Lost up in no-mans land of the Northwest Territories
They were lost up in no-mans land The Martin
of Provincetown
They found a radio beacon bobbing in a field of debris
Three days they did search but they never found
The crew who worked aboard the Candy be
seekin'|A signal wave that might be traced to Hartwell's radio beacon||Lost up in no-mans land of the Northwest Territories|They were lost up in no-mans land
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance
I've always started my shows by saying that
All ships lost in
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance
I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
cll I Need Is You by Richard Schuttler
Guess I headed down the road on a lost highway
Cause the farther I get I'm only farther away
c radio
Yeah, it's tongue-tied
Got my hands tied
Where do we run
How high must we climb
A never ending drive
Radio tower lights
To beacon us home
With nowhere
grey and unbroken
Hazards flashed dimly in all directions like small satellites or like lighthouse beacons
We turned the radio off
I gripped the wheel
shine
But we can become a beacon for all the blind
A demon of my allegiance can burn the sky
This is so divine
Like dust on the radio, one day
That's what
and radio
On the path to, love, marriage, esteem
Time to rise above the pain
Lift yourself to the streets of fame
To be a beacon, of social change
Sweet Eva
Surface launch
Radio silence
Hover high level off
The time space tactics saved us then
Display report present, urgent
Sequence counting surface
My mind plays radio static
Fifty shades of achromatic
Lost in twisted vines of
Dissolved dreams and life lines
Trapped in a state of affliction
Each
Picked up a signal from the radio
Thought that it meant the end of the world
Could you do it on your own?
Did you want it when you lost your world?
I'm
Rockstar Lucky Luke i et rodeo
Tatoos bag et smil Mister Radio
Perfekt silhuet gi'r dig uniformen
Ordinær
Ik' ordinær
Start klar København -
Taking over no remote controller
Just like paper, pressure gonna fold ya
Drowning deeper than the fucking sea floor but ima-ima beacon of hope though
Got my pickup gassed up
Got my dancing boots on
Radio blastin’ that ol' hillbilly song
Don’t know where I’m going but there ain’t no use in being
turns to red
Everybody on the street trying to get ahead, surrounded
And when I loose myself in this raging sea
You're a beacon of light, you're
The churchyard is frozen
The Salvation Army is closin'
Your child is dozin' asleep
In the backseat
The radio purrs
The heater is sweeter than when
seem to be erased
And the beacon has a light
The eyes of confusion
Looking for a string
Everything they need
To keep the dogs away?
There's no
bust a shot up in the beacon
Catch me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. Rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli,
bust a shot up in the beacon
Catch me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. Rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli,
Over by the Beacon
Folks, they be peeping out who be creeping
Seeking who be freaking
Often they be leaking what they believe in
Thoughts are misleading,
the backstage in your heart,
Keep your childhood in the yard,
Let me be your beacon on a rock.
And you start.
The next really big thing for humanity,
The next
hustlin'
Woods to the hoods
Down to L.I. Sound
Back up to the Capital
Make the Hart beat pound
Radio's on everybody's lit
Sing this loud (yeah) let me hear
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