The Man Who Sleeps Musee Mecanique

Let's cut our teeth on what lies beyond Shaping this whole world cavernous There is a river Endless Beneath Facing the four winds Calling dreams we seek Can't fool the man who sleeps on his feet Testing

The Lighthouse And The Hourglass Musee Mecanique

There are many more of us Scattered sails among the gusts Coursing ‘cross these haunted tides With a reason and a guess Maybe ours is not of hope Maybe our fates lead astray For the spell has once been

The Shaker's Cask Musee Mecanique

In my time of dying May peace take your hands And the steel that they harbored Take earth by my side With some help from a son And the rose at your chest Every measure of man that you've made Will soon

Cast In The Brine Musee Mecanique

Hands wither in time But we cannot stop the branch of the vine Days that will come And nights that have gone Are washed in the tides ?

O, Astoria! Musee Mecanique

For the rest of our lives we'll be swaying As laces and dirtied old soles From the branches young age's engagements Have flocked with the sparrows and gulls To O, Astoria ‘Neath the rails of old engines

The World Of Silence Musee Mecanique

Through the swaying coral groves Brushing past the stones And drifting ‘neath the greenest shade of canopies Casting shadows as we roam Down among the manta rays Twirling ‘mongst the bones The jellies

The Open Sea Musee Mecanique

Passing on the water's edge And wrinkling some time You set your mind on moving along Pacing forth with pant less breath In the shade of the shadow less palms Gold pastures of dawn O, the open sea Though

Along The Shore Musee Mecanique

Rest now your head Upon the water line Crickets and frogs sing rivers' lullabies This drift O reverie, lift Over us Brother, I'm holding on Let's go sail along the shore a while Brother, we can race the

A Wish We Spoke Musee Mecanique

From shores of sleep And drifting on This ship has gone too far The open sea Full of whales and weeds The waves rise up and seethe Faith is up to us, we two What lies beneath In the arms of dreams What

Castle Walls Musee Mecanique

All it takes to make another start Hung like leaves in fall Rising up, the water drowns our caul Cracks and climbs these walls Diving out, swim for a place to rest Your hands lose their grasp All you hear

Ballet Mecanique Yello

Through your eyes I will be blind Through your eyes and you I don't wanna learn Learn your dance I don't care for this advance I don't wanna learn your dance I don't care for this advance That's for now the

Sleeps With Thunder Metal Church

Is it just the Things you see that make it all worth while Put your God into a box and keep him by your side Hopeless is the refugee escaping from the truth The mothership has passed you by now there's

Rodger Young Burl Ives

On July 31st 1943 a bloody round in the battle for the Solomon Islands was being fought in the tangled Jungle of the island of New Georgia This is the story of one of the young men who fought And died

He Who Sleeps Morbid Angel

Awaken my brothers of vengeance we rise to devulge this enemy to enlighten the ones who sleep Worlds have passed and so too has time my slumber now disturbed this place of hate, thy worlds shall burn Humans

Le Musee Des Horreurs Brigitte Fontaine

Le musée des horreursDes peursGît au fond de mon cœurMalheurSous la gaze doréeDe féeLa bataille fait rageCarnageLe musée des horreursEst un palais mauditOù s'accouplent la fleurCarnivore et ...

Dead Birds Earlies

bring love to this cold, cold heart even songbirds will sing as they pass in the wintertime fly away, time is free for the man who can see his hands inside the glow mother mary, take me home home, home

The Sunset Sleeps Red Hot Chili Peppers

Floozies at the rainbow Superstars that wont get far Who is who that we know Coochie coo is at the bar Do you really love Do you love, do you love Do you want to make the call We all long, we all

Squeeze Box The Who

Mama's got a squeeze box She wears on her chest And when Daddy comes home He never gets no rest 'Cause she's playing all night And the music's all right Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps

Mean Mr. Mustard (Anthology 3 Ver.) The Beatles

Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy some clothes Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose Such a mean old man

ACE Jimmy Buffett

It hardly seems a long time just a minute of the day When the man who stood beside me more than gave himself away The food stain on his spotted shirt a gray beard on his face A man composed of many

Four Day Creep Ida Cox

Four Day Creep When you lose your money don't lose your mind When you lose your money don't lose your mind When you lose your good man please don't mess with mine And I'm gonna buy me a bulldog

The Scorpion Sleeps Rob Zombie

If you feel it, The Scorpion Sleeps right in my hand, A poison dealer, An evil wheeler, How can I make you understand?

Empire Della Mae

Empire sits on the edge of a hill Born out of a gypsum mine Held at once 300 souls And none of them were mine Now they're just ghosts in the streets Wandering a land that sleeps Once it was a lively place

Being Gabriel Biffy Clyro

"The clouds disperse, there's a rainbow With big eyes looking so pure That say everything about everything Been given the chance to grow old No one will be more loved than him, cause he's caught by the

Mean Mr. Mustard BEATLES

Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy some clothes Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose Such a mean old man Such

Mean Mr Mustard BEATLES

Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy some clothes Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose Such a mean old man Such

Mean Mr. Mustard BEATLES

Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy some clothes Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose Such a mean old

Mean Mr Mustard (Remastered 2009) The Beatles(비틀스)

Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park Shaves in the dark trying to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy some clothes Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose Such a mean old man

Kelly's Heroes Black Grape

Don't talk to me about heroes Most of these men sing like surfs Jesus was a black man No Jesus was Batman No, no, no, no, not at all That was Bruce Wayne Who got the biggest Who got the biggest Who got

Mean mr Mustard BEATLES

Mustard sleeps in the park shaves in the dark, tries to save paper Sleeps in a hole in the road Saving up to buy him some clothes Keeps a ten bob note up his nose Such a mean old man Such a mean old man

Susannah's Still Alive The Kinks

Oh, Susannah's bedraggled but she Still wears the locket 'round her neck She's got a picture on the table Of a man who is young and able Oh, Susannah's gonna cry Oh, Susannah's still alive Whiskey or

She Sleeps The Boxers

Little girl standing in a flame buried inside her burning rain She's there -- until the next time I see her again.

4 Sleeps Lena

You're the dusk and I'm the dawn It's almost midnight when you call And I feel so far from home But I know I'm not alone But the distance keeps us close We know it no matter How many miles between us It

Woman Jennifer Brown

woman lives woman learns woman burns her fingers in love once man comes man goes man stumbles over and over someone won't call are we stuck in the middle hopelessly spinning you don't have to understand

SLEEP IN SANITY Anathema

SLEEP IN SANITY It is not I who sleeps It is you who sleeps ... you sleep Insane you sleep, I sleep in sanity

Children Of Sanchez Chuck Mangione, Don Potter

Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave Without land man never dreams cause he's not free All men need a place to live with dignity

Children Of Sanchez (Main Theme-Live (1978/Hollywood Bowl)) Chuck Mangione

Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave Without land man never dreams cause he's not free All men need a place to live with

Children Of Sanchez Chuck Mangione

Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave Without land man never dreams cause he's not free All men need a place to live with dignity

When A Heart Beats Nik Kershaw

Half-way to paradise or so it seems that way Same as anyone the same as any other day. We seek eternity in all the things we buy Not top priority but it sure figures very high.

There But for Fortune (Remasterisé en 2016) Francoise Hardy

Show me the prison, show me the jail Show me the prisoner who's life has gone stale And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or I Show me the alley, show me

MY CLONE SLEEPS ALONE Pat Benatar

You know and I know My Clone Sleeps Alone She's out on her own - forever She's programmed to work hard, she's never profane She won't go insane, not ever No V.D., no cancer, on T.V's the answer

The Climb Coeur De Pirate

it all before Thick like all my bones that break when they talk I don't know if I'll walk If you're not by my side What it means to belong That's all that we want I've heard you ran away, just to be the

Little By Little UB40

The ostrich hides his head. Soon the red blood will be boiling. And blue blood will be dead. While we say.

Mastermind Nas

dogs fell, two of my niggaz ran They was amatures in beef with a grown man It taught me the lessons of how the strong stand And how the weak, end up in a coffin Play it cool, that's the old school

There But For Fortune Monica Barbaro

Show me the prison, show me the jail Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why But there but for fortune go you or I, hmm-mmm Show me the alley

The Dream Of The Dolphin Enigma

In every colour there's the light. In every stone sleeps a crystal. Remember the Shaman, when he used th say: "Man is the dream of the dolphin."

Picturing The Past Sonata arctica

In a house where no one never sleeps, lays a man who sees more with his eyes Picturing the past before him, in a bed, alone, with clothes on Paying for a service he doesn't really need With his

Picturing The Past Sonata Arctica

[Tony Kakko] In a house where no one never sleeps, lays a man who sees more with his eyes Picturing the past before him, in a bed, alone, with clothes on Paying for a service he doesn't really

Man Elton John

Music by Elton John Lyrics by Bernie Taupin Available on the album Made In England Man stands in all his glory Sitting at the crossroads of the same old story Man got his make-up, wears it like

Dance While The Devil Sleeps Brandon Boyd

After fire comes the rain The rain washes away the blackened soil in the distance Process starts over again Near the pyres the women weep the tear sits in the flames.