Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika , http://www.myspace.com/matthewandthearrogantsea
Goodbye by The Postmarks
Whether the weather keeps
Blowing the same
I've already been swept away
Since you got tangled in my hair
Can i keep you there
Or will you be my sweater
And weather the weather with me
I would wear you every day
In the sun or in the shade
Whether rain or shine
Will you be mine
If i'm under the weather
Will you be mine
If i'm light as a feather
Will you be mine
Let's be together and
Weather the weather
Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, http://www.myspace.com/thepostmarks
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Why is your raincoat
Always crying?
Why does the hat on your head
Hang over your eyes?
Your white shirt is buttoned
Way up to the top
Suspicious that zippers
Don't know when to stop
And there's certain a jacket is lying
Why is your raincoat always crying?
Why is your nightgown
So sad and sleepy?
What is the secret
Your make-up refuses to tell?
Bright colours grow weary
From years of neglect
Brown scarf
Grows tight
Around your pretty neck
And just what is that sweater implying?
Why is your raincoat always crying?
Why does that old road
Back like its dying?
Why does it cling to your side
Hanging on for dear life?
As you take off that dress
And you put on the next one
Each hopeful outfit
Will beg the same question
If going outside
Is really worth trying
Then why is your raincoat always crying?
Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, http://www.myspace.com/simonewhite
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Well I overheard an invisible voice
Miles away in a crumbling hotel
It said, this is a force like a moving sky
I say, forget all you know, we gotta run and hide
You shouted out your heartache
Nearly every night
And we can just pretend
That I can fill these shirts, these, in
With the holiday
On the cobblestones on a sign of shade
The sun will fade all the shadows that you chase
An impossible thing that cut your heart in two
So take your pick, and I'll do the same for you
A church on every corner
The mormons and christians congregate
I'm shrinking down to size
For the second day, I'm eighteen stories
Above the sea
I've got too many people on my shoulders
A high rise over me
A high rise over me...
Well there's disbelief in the streets below
Where I sold my story to a curround arrow
We took a match to the masterplan
Brought me down to earth like a treasure in the sand
And what if all the what ifs were a happy man?
You think our hands are tied
But we pen the chapters every time
You gotta realize
A church on every corner
The mormons and christians congregate
I'm shrinking down to size
For the second day, I'm eighteen stories
Above the sea
I've got too many people on my shoulders
A high rise over me
A high rise over me...
Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, http://www.myspace.com/theessexgreen
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Uptown, the street's in a calming way
And outside is warm as a bed with a maid
And I find it's all our waves and raves
That makes the days go on this way
I heard the sad sound of words
Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird
Uptown, the streets are kept afloat
And that girl never leaves me alone
He means well, saying,
I've got stories of wine, superb
And of course my childhood, forks and knives
And a hospital bed, where I turned my life over and over again
Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, http://www.myspace.com/beruit
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Coming home again
Leave the van
Come have a cup of tea
We'll talk about the big and bigger things
My oh my you are a friend indeed
And oh it's been a long time
But you are a friend in need
You want them to know without being told
And why shouldn't you
All our puzzle pieces
Have fallen behind chairs under beds
It'll take the night to sit and sort them out
Well that's ok you can sleep here instead
And oh it's been a long time
But i am a friend in need
I want him to know without being told
And why shouldn't i
Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, http://www.myspace.com/marlahansen
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You Turn My Head Around by Dean and Britta
Glasses dirty, the drinks are dead.
Happy birthday, have this you said
We're color coded, we're coded red.
Those are words you used to say
Ahhhhh....
Bring it home to me, bring it home
Trees are heavy, and I am gray.
Those are dragons we used to slay
Those are games we used to play, and those are words you used to say
Ahhhh.....
Ahhhh.....
Ahhhh.....
Bring it home to me, bring it home
I remember the slipper Room.
I can see you walking on the moon
I remember, I do recall all the games we used to play
Those are things I won't forget.
Those are kicks we used to play
Those are games we used to play, and those are words you used to say.
Ahhh.....
Ahhh.....
Bring it home to me, bring it home
Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, http://www.myspace.com/deanandbritta
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We've lived in bars
And danced on tables
Hotels, trains and ships that sail
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes in the air
Send in the trumpets
The marching wheelchairs
Open the blankets and give them some air
Swords and arches, bones and cement
The light and the dark of the innocent of men
We know your house so very well
and we will wake you once we've walked up
All your stairs
There's nothing like living in a bottle
And nothing like ending it all for the world
We're so glad you have come back
Every living lion will lay in your lap
The kid has a homecoming the champion the horse
Who's gonna play drums, guitar or organ with chorus
As far as we've walked from both of ends of the sand
Never have we caught a glimpse of this man
We know your house so very well
We will bust down your door if you're not there
We've lived in bars
And danced on tables
Hotels, trains and ships that sail
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes out of here
Out of here
Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, http://www.myspace.com/catpower
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Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, http://www.myspace.com/deptofeagles
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