rose hip November, autumn I'll remember
Gold landing at our door, catch one leaf and fortune will surround you evermore
Pine tree very tall, »
Rose Hip November
Just Another Diamond Day [Cool Sound]
by Vashti Bunyan
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roses and hips
Along the sidewalk
Fool's got eyes
And I don't
Land slides and grips
Onto a side rock
Fool's got eyes
And I don't
So take me slowly »
Roses & Hips
Nolita
by Keren Ann
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You
Peach lips rose hips
Wrapped around
You sunlight skintight
Heaven bound
Stars fly
Birds sigh winds cry
Beneath the ground
My love
Angel »
Estrella
Estrella
by Lycia
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the next of kin
???
how I depart
Deadline
Deadline remark
rose hip
A shallow kiss chauvinistic go look inside
whilst in the back a gold to lead »
Deadlines
Industrial Hazard
by Skinny Puppy
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Your face when sleeping is sublime
And then you open up your eyes
Then comes pancake factor number one
Eyeliner, rose hips and lip gloss, such »
Make Up
Transformer
by Lou Reed
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And the rose is a barrier of thorns
After the petals have drooped
And the staggering years with their own barren fears
And the rose hips double-edged truth »
Memory
Omens
by Jack Hardy
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leave his dry brown eye
And swing over rose-hip stile
To Shaletown
Under bronze-red sunset, cobweb clouds
Dipping to the shadows
Dancing through the dead »
Shaletown
The Millpond Years
by And Also the Trees
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at the O-K Corral,
Now, Bo Diddley didn't stand no mess,
He wore a gun on his hip and a rose on his chest,
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger,
Bo Diddley's »
Gun Slinger
Bo Diddley Is a Gunslinger
by Bo Diddley
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corral,
Now, Bo Diddley didn't stand no mess,
He wore a gun on his hip and a rose on his chest,
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger,
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger, »
Bo Diddley's a Gunslinger
Rock 'N' Roll All Star Jam
by Bo Diddley
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on his hip and a rose on his vest
'Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's »
Bo Diddley's a Gunslinger/Bo Diddley
Stand in the Fire [Bonus Tracks]
by Warren Zevon
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We hit the floor
Just like her blue silk slip
Dark puritan rose
To the curve of her hip
I did not know
It was too much
Too much for me »
Wooden Brother
Woven Hand
by Woven Hand
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mess
He had a gun on his hip and a rose on his vest
Cause Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo Diddley's a gunslinger)
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
(Bo »
Bo Diddley's a Gunslinger/Bo Diddley
Stand in the Fire
by Warren Zevon
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Right above her halo
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and still denies
That hip-high rose tattoo
She »
'Fore She Was Mama
Fall
by Clay Walker
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rose red lips to his rhinestone hips he belted
Out song after song as he drank from a brown paper bag
And the songs he sang of love and pain,
So pure »
The Great Hank
What I Really Mean
by Robert Earl Keen, Jr.
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rose hips to smoke it!
[Casino Red]
On Madina streets, Casino Red, Casino The Dread
Roc-A-Feds of Brook-Lawn
Crooks run out of the dead, »
Madina Passage
Poly Sci
by John Forté
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realized your life is flying by and you're not ready to die (tell what did I find)
You take a hit you rose and from the hip explode the hollow tip homey »
Listen
Back 2 Base X
by (hed) p.e.
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your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm riding Dalvins by the pier
But when »
On Fire
On Fire [Album Version]
by Lloyd Banks
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and roses, listen most attentively
Do you know the game crochet
That adventure we might play
Very gay, hip hooray
Any sunny morning
Miles of miles »
English Tea
Chaos and Creation in the Backyard
by Paul McCartney
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York as a child
Woman so fine, and fine as a girl,
Slow like an Italian wine
Hair all a mess and a dress all disheveled
And all of your roses have »
Cannonball Days
Gold [Bonus CD]
by Ryan Adams
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tail, they want an answer
And hip-hip hooray we lose again
Dear god you can suit yourself
Oh you could be an amputee
There's got to be »
Amputee
Effloresce
by Oceansize
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stealin' them away
The fruit of the wild rose
Hangs here with summer gone
Voluptuous crimson
As the days become colder
The fruit of the wild rose »
The Fruit of the Wild Rose
Anoraknophobia
by Marillion
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stealin' them away.
The fruit of the wild rose
Hangs here with summer gone
Voluptuous crimson
As the days become colder
The fruit of the wild rose »
The Fruit of the Wild Rose
Anoraknophobia
by Marillion
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expensive face will never last
And you'll die with the rose still on your lips
And in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips
And the worms, they »
We're All Mad Here
Alice
by Tom Waits
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around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog »
Watch Her Disappear
Alice
by Tom Waits
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They sell posters of girls washing cars and unicorns and stars
Guns and roses album covers
They've got most of the barney dvds coffee mugs and tee's »
I-95
Traffic and Weather
by Fountains of Wayne
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