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The Future Language Of Slaves Hawksley Workman And warm Your body in bed Let us wake up and talk a while I tell you i'm scared I tell you I'd fight for Us both But you come from the town Where ghandi was born And you say I always talk tough When I Even An Ugly Man Hawksley Workman What jesus can't fix tonight The whiskey certainly might. I must have said the lord's prayer 65 times. Anger As Beauty Hawksley Workman Gather at the church Say a quiet prayer Hold each other's hands Praying that you might be there In honesty and peace With the whispers of your god Falling on your ear Melt your silver down Kiss your lover's No reason to cry out your eyes (on the highway tonight) Hawksley Workman The brake lights Are really quite lovely Thousands of souls All stopping together On the highway tonight There's no reason to cry out your eyes The city Starts fading behind us Thousands of No Reason To Cry Out Your eyes Hawksley Workman The brake lights Are really quite lovely Thousands of souls All stopping together On the highway tonight There's no reason to cry out your eyes The city Starts fading behind us Thousands of souls all wishing Ilfracombe Hawksley Workman This summer I'm gonna get us a motorbike To ride us up to Ilfracombe And over to Ravenscliff And it won't be the fancy kind Ride good for the easy wind Be with me in the corners, careful to hold on tight Wonderful And Sad Hawksley Workman I wish the telephone had not been invented Because I keep picking it up to say Stupid things to you The rain has stopped for now But I know it's not ended No sense in trying I cannot be protected No sense Addicted Hawksley Workman "Ah, people get addicted, it's a problem around here And I'm afflicted And the reports all say Something I guessed I'd have chosen not to listen Just a busy by the bush, just a puking and a pissing Got Smoke Baby Hawksley Workman In your underclothes You went out for a smoke I call you in Just before the storm begins Your last breath of smoke You let out in the room It makes a cloud Like the greyist Perfect plume Smoke baby, smoke Tonight Romanticize The Automobile Hawksley Workman Well We kiss alone In a parked car At least I think so There's a flashlight waving Out somewhere You can see it down the road And the saddest part Is that we mean so well Don't want to hurt anything Don't Autumn's Here Hawksley Workman You can tell by the wind By fresh cut wood All stacked to dry That autumn's here And it makes you sad About the crumby Summer we had With pine trees creeking The raven's screeching Just like the story We Will Still Need A Song Hawksley Workman fuck you You're drunk and acting tough I know you're sad You're not the only one who feels like that now. Slaves Wolves At The Gate No looking back I'm running I'm running out of sight I wait for dark! No looking back I'm running Running into the night I wait for dark! New Language yes New Language Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood/Khoroshev I speak from some sort of protection of learning Even though I make it up as I go on A special trait is that I've tried To reach all Beholding The Throne Of Might Darkthrone When hell calls your name There's no way back And the burning slaves And the burning holy Will be seen from afar As the new risen throne star And when the fires have burned Beholding the seas of ashes Slaves bad religion Slaves Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom. We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em. We're all just slaves for the troop commanders. We're all slaves. Language Suzanne Vega Suzanne Vega If language were liquid Instead here we are It would be rushing in In a silence more eloquent Words are too solid Than any word could ever be They don't move fast enough To catch the blur Language Susanne Vega If language were liquid It would be rushing in Instead here we are In a silence more eloquent Than any word could ever be These words are too solid They don't move fast enough To catch the blur Language Scott Matthew Scott Mattew - Language [Short bus O.S.T] Memories of secret handshakes you it speak my language Sees, I cease to believe You\'re gonna leave And acting out a fight When you\'re not around With The Laws Of The Future Beto Vazquez Infinity In a distant place called Zlord All the villagers were waiting for it With tears of anguish in their eyes All the time they pray to God Winds of freedom blow in our lives To set us free from this The Hunter Slaves The people are freezing And the water is warm And the ice caps are melting What will happen when they're gone Will the experts look stupid And invert the facts Will they gave you back your donations Slaves Revenge Life Tell me of all the things I've never seen And it's the strange days And all those echoes in between It always makes me sad to be here It isn't what it seems I think of all the precious time I've wasted Freedom Slaves Tesla Chorus: Freedom slaves What have you done Freedom slaves With ev'ry mother's son? Freedom slaves Can't ya see that we're all freedom slaves? Wage Slaves All Shall Perish Ive got to know Scathing attacks of time and torment When we sleep walk our lives away These thieves They've made Our hearts break So now I'm screaming Attacks of heartless horror At them their cash can't Forecast Fascist Future Of Montreal The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes And incite the firmament's portrait of 'A Drowning in Styx' That Ice Age Jefferson Airplane Well I heard the news just the other day Now I feel there's something I must say Well the darkness comes too often This time next year I'll build my coffin Made out of lead so X-rays cannot see We Not Innocent Enough Nanci Griffith They say I robbed the restaurant and a Memphis cop got shot I was trying to feed my habit, I was scared and I was high It was never my intention that anyone should die And just how many of us are innocent Strange Language Vic Chesnutt Up on the bluff, where I wish I was Twisting up the pages of history My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing To summon up a little chunk of that history In the corridor the shadows are long And it Slaves Cyclefly 'Cause we are slaves to choice, it brings us home. Your not alone, your not alone. Staged high, a high, a high, high. Let me feel your voice, your not alone. Language AquilaChrysaetos Words that dance, voices blend Bridges built from end to end Across the world, sounds collide In every language, worlds reside Speaking life, one word at a time Building bonds, rhythm and rhyme From whispers