I've come to lie beside you I've come to know the dark for light I've come to trust just one and that one died with yesterday with yesterday Now that
One by one One by one All together, all alone Places can not claim us home Creed of love bars not our way Singing shapeless as our day Fishwives
The drowning Up for three days Up for three days Down under ground for six more Incisions cannot penetrate my feet Tripping, gliding, falling numbly
Christian Death The Fleeing Somnambulist ectoplasms roam the welcome edges of carnivorous sleep there was a man in a huge, white goats head sweeing through
Windows rattle with contempt peeling back a ring of dead roses Soon it will rain blue landscapes leading us to suffocation The walls structured high in
Feel these arms steel arms, now we are blind hide my eyes my eyes so out of place here now we are hard-cutting trapped in beneath cold-loving mirrors
In this glass house he whispers love how many times can I sit through the end of the world he lays his head dumb on my mouth he left my body breaking
Babam, babam, de babam De babam, de babam Babam, babam, de babam De babam, de babam Babam, babam, de babam De babam, de babam Rudas csillag, hajnal hasadik
noises, some members of our rocking teen combo will hop around on stage Grotesque parody of the art of ballet dancing. Oh you have to carry him. . . . ...
-------------------------------- You gotta jump down, spin around! (Huhn!) And pick a bale o' Dacron You gotta jump down, spin around
You almost lost your balance walking the fence One side was cold like ice, the other, hot like fire events Spiralled just like some baltic ballet And
When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the day The cattle roamed outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday
plays On a dark and lonely night To a distant fading light It's a gutter ballet A gutter ballet Oh a gutter ballet Oh a gutter ballet, yeah
Little Bird, Little Chavala I dont understand whats happening today Everything is all a blur Gentle and kind and affectionate The sweet little bird you
rhythm writhing, beating rhythm... Chorus: Gotta dance! Don: Gotta dance! Chorus: Gotta dance! Don: Gotta dance! [BALLET] Boy: Gotta dance! Gotta dance! Don: Gotta dance! Gotta dance! Gotta dance! [BALLET
We are the Defenders of Jazz Ballet People say, when they see us: Hey, folks! It's the Saviours of Jazz Ballet Fearless heroes of kick and spin Baby,
When two low-flying aeroplanes, 'bout a hundred feet high Dropped a bunch o' bales o' somethin', some hit me in the eye... So I cut a bale open,
He put so much into her life She took so much out of his It was a crucial assignment No one ever asked for this It was a little confusin' He thought,