aaa... pize kaze...

sudai - myzalai

uzsidekit baltas pirstines ir pamatysit koks juodas pasaulis..

" pretty little girl with the red dress on"

the doors

seksas ir miestas

mergaiciu serialas:)

Hey there girl
Summer girl
Suicidal
Beautiful
I can see
Death in me
Death in you
Love is good

primal scream

the official lyrics can now be found at the official Primal Scream website, primalscream.net. however, there seem to be some discrepancies on several tracks, not sure why. these maybe eariler lyrics to songs. Thanks to Chistopher Holt for additional transcribing.


Hey there girl
Summer girl
Suicidal
Beautiful
I can see
Death in me
Death in you
Love is good

Shine on me
Shine on everyone
Black is the colour
Deep hit of morning sun

Lose your friends
One by one
To the needle
To the gun
To the virus
To the bomb
To slow death
To fast burn

primal scream

Like a mirror I'm nothing. I'm nothing. I'm nothing till you look at me.
I'm like a mirror. I'm like a mirror. I'm nothing till you look at me.
I'm like a mirror. I'm like a mirror. I'm nothing till you look at me.
I'm like a mirror. I'm like a mirror. I'm nothing till you look at me.
 

morphine.

You're the night, Lilah. A little girl lost in the woods.
You're a folk tale, the unexplainable

You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.

It's too dark to see the landmarks. I don't want your good luck charms.
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars.
You're the night, Lilah. You're everything that we can't see.
Lilah, you're the possibility.

You're the bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.

Unknown the unlit world of old. You're the sounds I never heard before.
Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside my door.
Here I stand I'm all alone. Drive me down the pitch black road.
Lilah you're my only home and I can't make it on my own.

You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed.
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own.
I can make it on my own.

You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams at the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball. The battle of the earth of the angels. The shifting snow drifts so realistic, so realistic - call you carpet of stars. See there is something in the yard. It's awful dark.

morphine

....seno sijono rudas velvetas
ir nakti prapjautas olandiskas suris...