Lyrics:
It's Winter-fall
Red skies are gleaming, oh
Sea-gulls are flyin' over
Swans are floatin' by
Smoking chimney-tops
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming?
til en gyllen by
Av gull var allting skapt
Jeg landet på et hustak
Der kunne jeg se alt
Jeg søkte alle gater
Jeg spurte alle folk
Men alle sa
At Vet du
on
Stone benches sharing a lone bottle
The gulls whirled about
Mindless yet distracted old
Ladies in their 70's and 80's sat on the
Benches and discussed
with nothin when there's food on the shelf
I keep tightening by belt
Feeling hungry as hell
But to eat is to be weak oh I might as well
Keep on saying I
dropped his first hit
The power of the dollar got me copping more shit
More Evisu clothes, more A Bathing Ape kicks
Evisu gull on my bottom when I sit
Can't
Had I known there were hawks in my garden
Would I too have been chased by a gull?
Over the house, a nest
As real as a church by the water
As real
of an autumn night
In the cold New England rain
That held us close by the shore
Warm in each other's sight
But as the tides must turn and the gulls take flight
Når himmelen spiller tåkeblues
For Ekeberg og Akershus
Og oddene de glitrer slik som gull
Og trærne vinker stolt farvel
Til den gule dag og blåe
The gulls dance on wind
The wind sings to me
A sweet melody
Of seas siren song
Thats where you'll find me
Down by the sea down
The roaring race
choking on a crust of bread
There's a red fox torn by a huntman's pack
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot
And with ease of the sea gulls
We cut the engines and cruise high
In the summer sky
Now I could speak the everything
But there's no roomfor my voice
When
When the rooks were laid in the piles
By the sides of the road
Crashing into the aerials
Tangled in the laundry lines
And gathered in a field
They
of a gull
The patrol reported little
There was nothing much to see
But the strong and silent castle
A symbol of the free
The King's men took communion
we're sitting on the banks
of the sunshine
We hear your song
High above the living
Brother gull, see him soar the sky
He's so pleased to be
my starkest thoughts
No language known to man
Portrays my naked sentiment
A bolt of blazing gold,
Swallowed by the waveless sea
The ocean-winds
and still
Why must we wait until we're dead
We want a little white room
With a window by the sea
It must be the right room
The room for you and me
We want
By The Mellow
Hey! Ho! It's The Man With The Silver Pipe!!!!
[****Shattered Again!]
Headblaster Of Reality, Evil Priest From Hell
Unveils Endless
By Eli/Axel Bauer/Roger Daltrey/Nigel Hinton
© 1987 Chappel Music, Inc.,ASCAP
Forty days of living hell
Force nine gale, broken sail
What a story I
you want to kiss me?"
This goes on halfway across the cobbled bridge
Driver pulls ahead, gets out by the construction fence
Ambles towards him
All the diamonds in this world
That mean anything to me
Are conjured up by wind and sunlight
Sparkling on the sea
I ran aground in a harbor
and then they died all alone.
The ships all float from beaches by themselves above the hot afternoons.
(Goodbye, you balloons!) Adrift above indifferent
keep moving before you get totally cold
And you better start growing up before you get old
Totally wicked and equally ace
Hoopoes and herring gulls
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
for losing your inhibition
By getting down to my sound as it pounds; louder now
Gather round! Moving crowds was always my profession
Effectively
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