: Is that very far away? ARCHIBALD: It's just a house, MARY: Do they have nice girls and boys there? ARCHIBALD: And I can't get far enough away from
, mightiest apocalypse rise! sound of invisible time, sing last souls' songs! get the speech of my repertory... I come to live, avoid secret vanity, just
in to me Then came Scheherazade to his side And her beauty shone Like a flower grown Gentle as he'd ever known Scheherazade bewitched him With songs
proven to be true All my tears were shed in secret in the chamber of a heart That had persisted in believing I'd find you From the gardens of my soul
secrets we keep, we don't know we're keeping From before there was time, before there were lies Can we find you again, this far from the garden? Do we
owl And no one ever writes back You're keeping secrets from me Secrets from your friend And it's 4-5-6, I'm sunk under my cupboard Singing this song
I desire to tumble I walk through the garden I don't speak well i mumble To life's little tragedy If you touch me i crumble This song's from the
I finally find her I'll get permission from the wife We will all live in our castle high My beloved and my millionaire girlfriend and I She's s stolen secret from
the secret I cannot fail, I rock bells On the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist can turn a garden to a desert But can he turn
and laugh This town, as ugly as sin Hidden from our secret garden We make it up as we go along Sometimes it turns into a song--this song (Chorus) Don
long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said "I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden
who are miscible) At the time so enterable and pibital We need to focus on the God and try not to deviate from being spiritual The circle was in the garden
pillows with your favorite list of children and the wall where you drew windows overlooking tiny gardens cut in two by jagged mountains and the secret
Guy From Alabama: What band being you playing in? Aynsley: I played in a blues band. Guy From Alabama: Blues band, so do I! Aynsley: Blues. Guy From Alabama: Blues! Aynsley: Blues avant-garde
wack [x16] You better stop! [Slim Kid Tre] It takes at least one woman true said Though which rain doesn't calculate the fate Sliding through the secret garden
Waiting here A Heart Full of Love (Marius goes into the garden, leaving Eponine outside the gate) MARIUS A heart full of love A heart full of song
voice uncovers, reveals your hidden secrets My songs, they spellbind and brainwash feeble minds On and on I traveled lonesome roads In the savage garden