My dream was this:
Across the sky
A slate-gray cloud
That filled the eye
A slate-gray cloud
Comes through the dust,
Locust
Don't' be afraid »
Locust
Memorial Beach
by a-ha
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Reflected in the rain-skimmed slate grey, battleship grey, hardship grey
[Blue grey]
And further South, and homeless
Here I am
Globally altered »
Born to Run
Radiation
by Marillion
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talking,
Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you'll find, my heart and I,
And still we say come back,
Come back to Camden
And I'll be good, I'll be »
Come Back to Camden
You Are the Quarry
by Morrissey
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thoughts and I
And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart
For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian »
Come Back to Camden
You Are the Quarry [Deluxe Edition] [Bonus DVD]
by Morrissey
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Against the slate-gray sky
One brown one blue eye
And there's this beautiful crack in the pavement
Where the grass grows tall
And the wind caresses my face »
Brown-Eyed Dog
Nowhere to Here
by Blue Rodeo
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holes.
We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow,
Searched for the last pigeon, slate gray I've been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil »
Wond'ring Again
Living in the Past
by Jethro Tull
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out into the cold
Collar high
Under the slate gray sky
The air was smoking and the streets were dry
And I wasn't joking when I said
Good bye
There »
Fire Door
Canon [Bonus CD]
by Ani DiFranco
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In your slate grey suit and black
Brogue shoes little horn rimmed glasses
You've got nothing to lose. But it's just
Like a curse when you're »
Henry
April Moon
by Sam Brown
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harbour bare, slate-grey and hushed
Where slow death is life enough
You made of me an outcast
A suitcase-dwelling shell
You made of mine a heart of stone »
Walk Yr Way
Lost in the Former West
by Fatima Mansions
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don't know
slate-gray sky meets musty green
Can you smell the mossy world machine?
Cunning and captured...free and endangered »
Wolftrap and Fireflies
Shadows in the Banquet Hall
by Carbon Leaf
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The slate grey cloud
that harnesses hail
Unto the hunter and hunted
A haunting chord
of longevity sounds
like the voice of God in the rain »
The Serpent
The Goat of Mendes
by Akercocke
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A hat stand and a slate grey pill box hat
Sailed past his grabbing hands
And were gone... like the swallows
Stuttered words, stuttered words
Voices asking »
Gone Like the Swallows
A Retrospective, 1983-1986
by And Also the Trees
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down from the tracks
To the grey slate roofs
I watched the village moving
As the day went slowly by
In the field we lay here
Lovers' footsteps »
Timeless Skies
Just Yesterday
by Al Stewart
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the body count of a new day:
Side-streets slept on, leaves black-bagged, a broken umbrella curled,
As a dying insect, on a sidewalk slate-gray in »
Slow, Cold Drops
Selling Live Water
by Sole
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