Dismal Euphony Lyrics
Dismal Euphony Lyrics
"Ekko Lyrics"
He's Dead Jim Lyrics
Please don't beam me down with Kirk, McCoy and Spock Cause if you do, I know that you'll be dead by 1 o'clock Maybe I'll be vaporized or crushed beneath some granite
Please don't beam me down with Kirk, McCoy and Spock Cause if you do, I know that you'll be dead by 1 o'clock Maybe I'll be vaporized or crushed beneath some granite
[Music by Kristoffer Austrheim & Asojorn,]
[Arranged by Kristoffer Austrheim,]
[The poem is based upon]
[Th.Kittelsens "Ekko" completed by Keltziva & Kristoffer Austrheim]
"Ekko i det h?ye fjell hvem er du ?
Hvorfor skjuler du ditt ansikt ?
Hvorfor svarer du og skremmer
Meg med m?rkets gru ?"
The Temple Of The Holy Lyrics
Gone with the wind and home is far away from me There's no one way to see Haunted by ghosts the evil force of mystery No way out for you and me The end of t
Gone with the wind and home is far away from me There's no one way to see Haunted by ghosts the evil force of mystery No way out for you and me The end of t
En gang p? sin ville ferd
Kom han til en kroket sti
Over stygge ?ratte uren
T?ker svevde tunge, ?leke
Om de klamme klippevegger
Ensom i den dype dal
Sorgen str?mmer inn med velde
Kalde, klamme t?kert?rer
Dryppet stilt fra svarte fjellet
H?yt til taket, trangt til veggen,
Triste toner klinger dypt.
Ensom,
Bittersweet Bundle of Misery Lyrics
Now the end is in sight, I'm just tired Lying awake at night so wired And fired up with biological urge in my belly And I hunt for the words on my telecaster Spi
ensom var hans sjel,Now the end is in sight, I'm just tired Lying awake at night so wired And fired up with biological urge in my belly And I hunt for the words on my telecaster Spi
Ensom i den tause dal.
Selv i fjellets dype hule
Fantes ingen fred og glemsel,
Graven var for stor og vid.
Tungt han ?ar ei ??r av lengsel
Mot m?rknede sjelers sal.
Opp imot i n?kne vegger
Skrek det fra hans ?leke ansikt :
"Er da livet ?are sorg ?"
Tungt ifra det m?rke glemme svarte
Pushin' & Shovin' Lyrics
Words and music by Adams and Marr I could love her if she were a Rolls Royce But she handles like a model - T So get her in high gear, she can’t stay here wit
der en lukket stemme : "Bare sorg"Words and music by Adams and Marr I could love her if she were a Rolls Royce But she handles like a model - T So get her in high gear, she can’t stay here wit
Stille
Ser dine tanker
Et ?ad i t?ke og ?lod
Del mitt kjaerlighets
Ingenting
Jeg er ?are m?nens,
Den erneste
Smak mine ord
Sirkelens ?pning har fredens uro
Jeg famler ?ak lyset
Jeg klatrer i garnet som er gr?tt
Av gr? t?ke p? solens rygg