Art of American Football Funeral For A Friend

"Shove- the momentum drags us under Your constant disregard your constant aggravation Tell me nothing but home truths and you show me starvation On a black and white screen, this is your movie queen

Arcadia Art Block(아트 블록)

All the ships are sailing far into the horizon of a deep blue sea I’m away from all the cigarettes and sex on an empty screen The joy of football of football and ephemera really lights my soul The crags

ALL AMERICAN Down by Law

combat boots and a scratched up record signed by the hero of long ago a pair of vans and some torn up blue jeans this is his world, that's what he knows he's gonna find a girl who thinks like he does

American Beauty The Oak Ridge Boys

A '57 Chevy, Red and White American Beauty Levi blue jeans twisin' all night American Beauty California girls, Rocky Mountain High A Texas star in a cowboy's eyes Shinin' like a diamond from sea to sea

Asleep (Album Ver.) American Music Club

Now that we've perfected the art of love Now all the lights shine on me and misery My good friend misery You can be cured by a single touch You can get up and walk away Anything that you say The drive

Asleep American Music Club

Now that we've perfected the art of love Now all the lights shine on me and misery My good friend misery You can be cured by a single touch You can get up and walk away Anything that you say The drive

Never Meant American Football

everything said and everything we did best friends, better halves, goodbyes and the autumn night when we realized we were falling out of love there were some things that were said that weren't meant like

All-American Girl Carrie Underwood

Since the day they got married he`d been praying for a little baby boy Someone he could take fishing Throw the football and be his pride and joy He could already see him holding that trophy Taking

American Guitars The Auteurs

When you spiked my drink Stopped freeloading When I could not get in I gave up singing When I was told I could not dance Knew my place in the world When I heard them start Woke up Sunday morning With a

Funeral Amber Run

So it goes A well trodden road Gone are the young before they’re old Echoing The world they’re in Where flying looks a lot like falling I just stand there watching You’d think I’d learnt by now Oh not

Art Of Losing American Hi-Fi

The Art Of Losing by American Hi-Fi Whoa..

American Honey Lady Antebellum

to moonn6pence from papayeverte She grew up on the side of the road Where the church bells ring And strong love grows She grew up good She grew up slow Like American honey Steady as a preacher

Love, American Style Far

We got off to a pretty good start. "Oh, boy, look what we've won! Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!" Love, American Style "Oh, yeah, um, which one? Geraldo or Montel or good old Oprah?

FUNERAL TANGO Scott Walker

FUNERAL TANGO (Jouanest/Brel/Shuman) Oh I can see them now Clutching a hankerchief And blowing me a kiss Discreetly asking how How came he died so young Or was he very old Is the body still

American Life Madonna

This type of modem is my life - Is it for free?

American Life Madonna

it wrong That's why I wrote this song This type of modern life is it for me This type of modern life is it for free So I went into a bar looking for sympathy A little company I tried to find

AMERICAN LIFE Various Artists

This type of modern life - Is it for free?

Funeral In Carpathia cradle of filth

<< Funeral In Carpathia >> --- Cradle Of Filth Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over

Funeral in capathia cradle of filth

"Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue

American Man Trace Adkins

', won't hear him whineKick some butt, wrap it up, crack a beer, high fiveGod fearing son of pride and strengthThat's exactly what he's turned intoHe'll fight tooth and nail for his familyGive the shirt

Funeral Zoe Clark

black I’m singing all the songs we used to sing I’m crying in my car replaying all our memories Now I’m left dancing on my own with your ghost baby rest in peace I gotta let you go You killed the version of

Sold American Glen Campbell

Faded jaded fallen cowboy star Pawn shops itching for your old guitar Where you've gone, it ain't nobody knows The sequins have fallen from your clothes Once you heard the Opry crowd applaud Now you're

American Boy Eddie Rabbitt

"I want a live in a place with a near vacant building. Turn on the radio and hear my man Willie. Friday night football stand up and cheer. Go where I want a go I'm a free man here.

The Art of Losing American Hi-Fi

your sympathy just need a little therapy at least this is what they say to me Hey ho lets go gonna start a riot need someone to figth it want to fuck you don't tell me what to do I don't want

The Art of Losing American Hi Fi

your sympathy just need a little therapy at least this is what they say to me Hey ho lets go gonna start a riot need someone to figth it want to fuck you don't tell me what to do I don't want

Natural Enemy American Me

You're the one that I've become You're the shit I left behind You're life has become the way of true false You're a fake ass friend that never have a fuck Lost It's just like a lie that never came of truth

American Jerusalem Shawn Colvin

American Jerusalem - Shawn Colvin New York City rain Don't know if it's makin' me Dirty or clean Went for the subway but there was no train And the tunnel was grumbling for repairs again And the

American Honey (Remix) Lady Antebellum

She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and strong love grows She grew up good She grew up slow Like American honey Steady as a preacher Free as a weed Couldn't wait to get goin'

Funeral Joni Mitchell

[Swede:] "Oh, But I know he's very lucky too, because when Mingus dies there's gonna be the same funeral they had for Duke Ellington... in a big church and the whole country's going to say, wow, he was

Red Football Sinead O' Connor

I'm not no red football To be kicked around the garden No no I'm a red christmas-tree ball And I'm fragile I'm not no animal Though I am to you I'm not no crocodile Like the one in Dublin Zoo

Red Football Sinead O'Connor

I'm not no red football To be kicked around the garden No no I'm a red christmas-tree ball And I'm fragile I'm not no animal Though I am to you I'm not no crocodile Like the one in Dublin Zoo Who lived

Funeral devin townsend

Funeral [Words and music by Devin Townsend] Jesus, here lies my brother Tortured and blown Stretch for the heavens and go ...I watch him go Here it comes Jesus was a poor boy Jesus was

American Nights Zach Bryan

Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face Dock hand boys all say goodbye To the women that they swear are gonna be their wives They'll be gone by the wintertime And they don't wanna bother with no friend

Funeral Potluck, Twiztid

Your funeral nothin is for sure no one ever noes when it`s time to go your funeral nothin is for sure no one ever noes when it`s time to go Was livin life without worry while haters comin to hurt me I

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FUNERAL Arab Strap

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FUNERAL, I GOT SOME - I SNEAKED A YOUNG GIRL UP THE STAIRS AND PAST MY MUM.

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FUNERAL Arab Strap

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FUNERAL, I GOT SOME - I SNEAKED A YOUNG GIRL UP THE STAIRS AND PAST MY MUM.

My Funeral Messgram

Was it too short for all of us to bring our broken dreams to life Was it too long for all of us to stay away from our life Naked we came into this world with nothing we fall back to dust Lay down

American Remains The Highwaymen

I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother, My skin is cracked and dry I was ridin\' on a folk coach And everything was fine, \'Till we took a shorter road To save

How Dare They Call It Football? Chumbawamba

How Dare They Call It Football?

Built For Speed American Hi-Fi

She caught the gold rush I could never get enough She’s been in magazines What a little beauty queen She’ll stay a stick around a while With such a winning smile She could be in black and white

Something Real Indigo Girls

I've seen the sun on a funeral, the full moon in a midday sky Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion By now I know the answer's

American Tune Simon And Garfunkel

certainly misused Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary thru my bones Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a

American Tune Simon & Garfunkel

forsaken, and certainly misused Ah but I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm just weary thru my bones Still you don't expect to be bright and bon-vivant So far away from home, so far away from home And I don't know a

Football Fugue Pete Townshend

I was listening to a guitar, bass drum thing Started hearing chest screech, thought I had a gut strength Then I saw a big band, right on the pavement Violins and heavy boots, wondering where the wave went

Funeral To Kill A King

Just a box of bones Lowered and marked with a stone In the north at the mountains feet In the north to find some peace Sing and dance like we were young Scream all the joy in your lungs oh Half with a

Funeral Kill II This

I am Christ, yet I'm Judas too, I am one, Yet my mind is torn in two No love lost, I have no alibi, Iscariot's kiss, Watch Pilot wash his hands in piss Funeral around my heart - Round my heart

The Funeral Angelo Branduardi

When nightfall enfolds you and quickens your heart For you walk alone on the highway, If a polecat springs hissing her eyes raging amber Then you must stand still and not fear her For if you befriend her

Shadow Of The Colossus Gatsbys American Dream

We'll pick you up by your ankles and shake you down for a record or two 'Til all the money is spilling out of your pockets And any beauty we create, we will sell it We've got your contrast, we've got your

The Gold Rush American Hi-Fi

She caught the gold rush I could never get enough She’s been in magazines What a little beauty queen She’ll stay a stick around a while With such a winning smile She could be in black and white

American Without Tears Elvis Costello

a piano and a cocktail murderess She was singing that "It's Too Late", I agreed with that part For two English girls who had changed their address [chorus] Now it seems we've been crying for years