How sorry the man with no home of his own
Limping forever, sorry and stoned
Clotted up blood that hangs on the bone
And a withered dead voice that ever does moan
So sorry he canno...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gates Of Slumber
At long last now I know that though I've had victory over every foe the hard price of power was yet to be paid.
Patient hands of fate, they can't be stayed.
War and lust are all I'...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gates Of Slumber
His eyes set upon you as you enter his lair.
A cold stone vault at the foot of the stair.
Like some vision from an evil dream.
Yet none can wake you, or hear your scream.
You've w...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gates Of Slumber
Steven and I hitch-hiking
Our day off to Hanover
Beat up car with young girl driving
Slow down and pull over
In the rear view mirror
Like co-conspirators we did smile
I did not kn...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gathering Field
I can feel you in the crowded bar room
As I get into my car
Music playing, beads of sweat descending
Down your skin to where your secrets are
And I wanted
To go back in ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gathering Field
Strip away the bar and gun shop
Strip away the lonesome telephone lines
Strip away the faded black top
Strip away these things,
I'll tell you what you'll find
Beautiful land
With ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gathering Field
Born with blue eyes filled with pain
In March of 1922
Mystic fire in your veins
Mama's apron strangling you
Mama's apron strangling you
Mama's apron strangling...
Young Jack Kerou...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gathering Field
We had our day in the sun
And it was a good day
You thought maybe I was the one
And I felt the same way
But now the walls are crumbling down around us
And there ain't nothing to sa...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gathering Field
Stood a building by the river in a place called Bordertown
Me and my friend Little Steven used to take our money down
We were only seventeen then, starving for experience
If you ha...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gathering Field
She wears her s** like a crown
She tears the little boys to pieces
When they come around
She's pretty like a magazine
I am her victim
And how she loves to watch me bleed
But when s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Gathering Field