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Mothersound The Latest Plague ...And We All Have A Hell Afterbirth World War Me Shame Shame The Crows Are Coming For Us The Levy Goodbye Waves Waltz Moore Heroine

I'm through with standing in line to clubs we'll never get in It's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be Tell me what you want I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs And a bathroom I can play baseball in And a king s

The boy's got a head like an atom bomb Hang him from a cross like the number one son And he’s been waiting so long To get it on. The boy’s 15 but he’s 16 gauge Wants to break out from his jesus cage He’s already torn out the last page It's the "latest rage" Violence for the p

Bessie Smith[Artiest]
Bessie Smith (Chattanooga, Tennessee, 15 april 1894[1] - Clarksdale, Mississippi, 26 september 1937) was een Amerikaans blueszangeres. Ze wordt beschouwd als een van de populairste en succesvolste bluesvertolksters uit de jaren twintig van de 20e eeuw. Haar bijnaam luidt "Empress of blues".

You are the latest contender You are the one to remember You are the villain who sends her Light or dark, fantastic passion I know that you will surrender I know that you will surrender I want this fantastic passion We'll have fantastic passion You can feel my lips undress your eyes Undress your ey

Here in my car I feel safest of all I can lock all my doors It's the only way to live In cars Here in my car I can only receive I can listen to you It keeps me stable for days In cars Here in my car The image breaks down Will you visit me please If I open my door? In cars Here in my car I know I'

Everything is love for who wants it to be and for who still dares to dream About wonderful princes on white horses Who can't ride well and keep their secrets for a long time And everything is also love for who silently desires Everything is love Everything is love For someone like you For him, for

Come on in Geno I'll cook you up some lobster bisque I wanna smoke you like a fish You smell like kelp, I think it's hot I'm gonna stick you in my pot It's true you are my fish filet I'll fry you up with some frisée You are just like my garden trowel I don't know what to rhyme with trowel I'll st

It's Christmas in Heaven, All the children sing, It's Christmas in Heaven, Hark hark those church bells ring. It's Christmas in Heaven, The snow falls from the sky... But it's nice and warm and everyone looks smart and wears a tie. It's Christmas in Heaven, There's great films on TV...

Beautiful Delilah, sweet as apple pie Always gets a second look from fellas passin' by Every time you see her she's with a different guy Beautiful Delilah, that's the reason why CHORUS: The better don't allow me fool around with you You are so tantalizing you just can't be true Beautiful

your children are not your children they are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself they come trough you but they are not from you and though they are with you they belong not to you you can give them your love but not your thoughts for they have their own thoughts they have their own

I was full by your count I was lost but your fool Was a long visit wrong Say you are the only So many foreign worlds So relatively fucked So ready for us So ready for us The creature fear I was teased by your blouse Spit out by your mouth I was loud by your lowered Seminary soul Tear on tail on T

So much, so much, yeah, so much So tell me, can you feel it? So much, so much Much, care, so much Then make that visit So much, so much, love, so much Senegal, can you feel it? So much, so much, yeah, so much So much love to share Pure blackness wantness, so rare So much love to care Let them know

(--> Gary Numan) Here in my car I feel safest of all I can lock all my doors It's the only way to live In cars Here in my car I can only receive I can listen to you It keeps me stable for days In cars Here in my car The image breaks down Will you visit me please If I open my d

We have come to this place To worship you God of mercy and grace It is you We adore It is you Praises are for Only you The heaven's declare It is you It is you Holy, holy is our God Almighty Holy, holy is his name alone, yeah Holy, holy is our God Almighty Holy, holy is his name alone It is you W

I bury my head in the sand Eh eh, eh eh I bury my head in the sand Eh eh, eh eh Because if I have to believe the hype Then the whole world is on fire tomorrow But I try to prevent today That I don't care anymore tomorrow I've had it with the dark Now I choose for a sunny day The world cries out I

In the latest midnight hour When the world has gone to sleep You gotta get up When doubts begin to rise And the world is at your feet You gotta get up Reach, it's not as bad as it seems I cleanse in the river for somebody else For anyone but myself I'm not a selfless man I'm not a man of wealth If

Beautiful Delilah, sweet as apple pie Always gets a second look from fellas passin` by Every time you see her she`s with a different guy Beautiful Delilah, that`s the reason why Chorus: The better don`t allow me fool around with you You are so tantalizing you just can`t be true Beautiful Delilah

He's a victim of his own time In his "vintage suit" and tie He's a casualty dressed to the teeth In the latest genocide The new seasons come and go At the dog and pony show Gonna sit and beg and fetch the names And follow the dress codes What's in a name? Hey! She's a scented magazine Lookig sharp

This place is not for me, my love This place is not for all I’ll prick my thumbs on spinning wheels And join you when you go If death finds me in love If death finds me at all That ship sets sail too soon my love And one of us must go And now I’m yearning for the light Your weightless body dra

Wuz up yall, wuz up soldiers? This M-P, The Colonel. We ain’t no rookies at makin records Mystikal, Silkk Together, Oh yeah. It’s time to pass out the stripes Hah Bra I told you there wasn’t no limit I told ya like I told him Like I mean what I say what I say is what I mean I ta

Give me your hand, look into my eyes I'm filled with something you give to me I've given you my whole heart And it always will be like that Don't have doubt about the things we share And, believe me, I don't have a doubt about you Promise me you'll stay the way you are You're allright, don't change

[Nicki Minaj] Eardrummers Mhm, Young Money, mhm Yo, hold up, hold up, mhm Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up You see a bad bitch coming through yo what's the hold up I'm in that new new me and New New when I roll up I told the valet, "Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up

Watching girls go passing by It ain't the latest thing I'm just standing in a doorway I'm just trying to make some sense Out of these girls go passing by The tales they tell of men I'm not waiting on a lady I'm just waiting on a friend A smile relieves a heart that grieves Remember what I said I'm

If only I could still be with you, if only I could share with you for a bit longer, what seems so normal for so many, as long as it’s still there. If only you were here for a bit longer, if only I could learn from you for a bit longer, what I don’t even want to try anymore, because I miss you so

Early in the morning, I bring breakfast to your room It is still too dark and you are half asleep One leg in bed and your hair mixed up I kiss you on the neck We are not ready for the time being Because, Anne When I see you, I cannot be adjusted anymore Anne Those moments should last forever I've

I come downstairs, find a newspaper Put it unread aside So many things are happening To you, to me, to everyone But I'm standing hopeless and lonely on this doormat And I think I gotta go somewhere today Roughly speaking, this is the deal or I'll rediscover the wheel Or I'll look with heart and sou

Verse One: E-40 When I was fifteen years old Straight dope game I was told I went from, selling pennies of the riders dank-ah (riders dank-ah) Timin ass think of slangin crank (think of slangin griqua) Situation critical: phone home, phone home Talkin on my digital: call phone Ya seen a boa

For the one in a shelter behind glass For the one with the steamed up windows For the one that thought the was alone Has to know now, we are all together For the one with the closed book For the one with the fast- forgotten names For the ones who are useless seeking Has to know now, we are all toge

It went different than we thought Who expects that everything stays like it is But never feels the same It is a matter of the sunlight And a matter of the weight of things we do And of all the things we see In the countries that we live in And the daughters and the sons every morning next to the bed

Two-thirty, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean? Too early, maybe later you can show me things You know what it is whenever I visit Windy city, she blowin' me kisses, no Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight Will I see you at the show tonight? Will I see you at the show tonight? Ayy, truck

My Letter - Flaw[Songtekst]
This is my letter to you We started following a certain description. We started simple and fair once again Before there wasn`t any need for an answer Things were much different then [chorus] But now you question who i am. Who i am inside Now there`s nothing left to hide. So here it goes

Suddenly, out of nowhere You are smiling just a bit too long at me Long enough to touch me No idea, how it is But suddenly we're sitting there Talking about more than nothing And I don't even know If you're thinking the same So I don't say it out loud Just let me dream Even if you love me for jus

Someone once told me The grass is much greener On the other side And I paid a visit (Well, it's possible I missed it) It seemed different Yet exactly the same (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 'Til further notice, I'm in-between From where I'm standing, My grass is green Someone once told me The grass is much gree

We know it's possible, makes half the difference in willing Know it's possible 'til the morning comes And knowing it's possible makes a world full of differences Knowing it's possible is enough to me In my head so free In my heart she is What shall I do, when I'm feeling, I don't think about later