Search results for 'lorries by wire' Page #288

of the
Manufactured high-wire dramatic
Actors that you find attractive
Held captive by the
Multi's even if the message is faulty
Colby cheese oozin', please keep movin'

on fire, we're down to the wire
Now that we charge on the guns
A price paid in blood, buried in the mud
And each breath a knife in my lungs

All I see is

heart to soften
But pain makes me want you, does that make me awful?
You're happy on Friday, by Monday, you're crying
Like the old you was dying
And I

flowers die
In a summer's day
Bones bleached by the desert sun
Torn jeans barbed wire
All alone with every where to run
Every path leads to fire
I will

11.  PIECES
(Music & Lyrics by A. Gullstrand & G. Örsta)

WE GAVE UP THE FIRE IN SPITE BEING TRUE TO IT ALL
WE'RE CHAINED TO THE WIRE
AND SLOWLY

a hat, said I'd pay him back by fall.
Snow's settling on the hilltops now, so I'm lying low.

Playing poker with my life, not for the first time
Playing

falling from the trees
I keep calling there, nobody there calling out to me
Seems like you and I connected by the blue sky
Telephone wires
And oh that’s my

Heartworn traders, hungry players, strung out on the wire.

There was nothing I could promise except these spinning tyres. 
Cos there's a highway

Vagabond


You walk on the wire
That´s all they see
They avoid you like fire
Nobody dares to come closer 
They live in cages
But they don´t realize

Exploding balloons on a blood covered moon
Building's on fire with undercovered wires
Monkeys in business, an innocent witness
Of shattered pictures

the Willflower to open up the day.

How can I shake this angry dream? 
I'm frozen by a heavy hand,
A voice that says youll never leave 
The cave of lovelies where

No plan survives contact with the enemy
We put in the wires, now here comes the telemetry
Who chose the measures by which we judge this machine?

Just trying to prove we're not dead inside
Dead inside

We keep on burrowing all the way down
Hastening our demise
The roots replaced with wires
Our

I can never place the name with the face
I can never place the name with the face
Don't touch me, don't touch me up
Do the tease by the numbers

to grave all swept in black
Barbed wire tomb
No way back

When you live in hell
And a pit of despair has manifested inside yourself
Don't say get well

I see ashes and fire
I've smoked it down to the wire
Pushin' a blistering tire just trying to make it home

I've got to make it so hard
Bury my head

waves
To fall away
Such empty lies that you would say
(Remove sprockets from the machine)
(Cross wires touch down)
(Lights out put out the fire)
(It's

find it's all in their minds, oh yeah
Oh they're just a little freaked out by some words on a page
Oh it's just the world bein' strange, whoa it's so

leaves, I'm gonna free the rose
Been Rip Van Winklin' forever now
We've arrived at this juncture, I've no idea how
By no means perfect, but today's not bad

down
He said " I'm your way out"

She's just seventeen
A vision in painted-on jeans
She's a hooker by night
A shadow in the distant light

I'm feelin' uptight
hungry for the half light
Taste it like a ceasefire,
shocks me like a bare wire
A premonition haunts me,
lasciviously wants me.

Down by the farmhouse in old Edentown
That's where the first of the lot had been found
His limbs and his mouth were wire-bound
Mother lay inside

the meaning among the tainted disorder
The white coats say a delusional creation from an unsound mind
Damaged by years and fears unraveling like twine
Another

and jigsaw romance

Permeates the refuge of unreason

The conceptual conclave - change each stance

Through varied mutations of the season

By soul and mind