The scent of Thyme carried on the wind Stings my face into remembering Cruel nature has won again Cruel nature has won again On Battleship Hills caved
You went down in the very first round Sitting ringside in a tiny town Knock out, knock out First round, first round Ooh, when you call You will call
It?s battleship grey outside And we don?t know what we?ll be gettin' All your sweet talkin' raining over me Till my name escapes, and I'm set free There
When I wake up this morning Tell ya what I'm going to do Going to pack my suitcases honey Going to leave with you Down to Austin Yes I'm going down to
(learn c5 and g5 and you can play the entire song) You got me tied down with battleship chains Fifty foot long and a two ton anchor Tied down with battleship
Hey armadillo what you doing in the garden Slumbering and spherical, you're always hanging around Leather on the outside but a delicate interior Very
written by Terry Anderson/ Funzalo Music /BMI Tied down with battleship chain Fifty foot long and a two-ton anchor Tied down with battleship chain Fifty
Parce qu'il avait cette fille dans la peau, Et pour ne pas l'oublier, Il se l'etait fait tatou, tatou, Juste la place du coeur. Tatou Jrmie. Il s'est
The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows The new plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river rolls and flows Beneath the two lane concrete
It's battleship grey outside And we dont know what we'll be getting All your sweet talking, raining over me 'til my nameless games, are all set free
Siamo i poeti, i nani sui giganti, non si direbbe, eppure siam viventi; metaforiamo, metaforiamo tutto, da non capirci piu se c'era un senso sotto. Abbiamo
written by Terry Anderson Tied down with battleship chain Fifty foot long and a two-ton anchor Tied down with battleship chain Fifty foot long with a
I was taking compass bearings for the Ordinance Survey On an army training camp on Salisbury plain, I had packed up my theodolite, was calling it a
I've been calling you plenty of things This is how it feels when neon turns to grey I'm barely here, you're losing your touch my dear. I'll be sincere
Waking up at 2 a.m....i realize that im a creature..we all think like machines...if human nature is an anchor...then it won't pull us down...no it won
Looks like I'm digging my grave Slowly but surely This loneliness is what's killing me And no I'm not afraid And yes I'm not afraid I'm not afraid to
You went down in the very first round sitting ringside in a tiny town knock out first round! This could be our very last stand The Monitor and the Merrimac
