Com'e' logico ogni ritorno a casa mia conclusione malata di un giorno che e' gia' andato via contrastanti emozioni profonde rinchiuse in me che la gente
I know one who cares , found in him piece of mind I know one who cares , found a friend so loving kind I know a man who cares, found in him piece of
There is a balm in Gilead To make the wounded whole There is a balm in Gilead To heal the sin-sick soul Sometimes I feel discouraged And leave my fear
Verse 1 There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead (choir) There is a balm in Gilead
Epidermis punctured As the deadened blood is drawn Stiff cadever on the table Victims of death's spawn Desicate, deteriorate Start to decompose Process
Something's changed, it's not that I fear but Maybe it's that I took care of you too many times And you grew weaker for a kindness And sometimes kindness
#56 The Moon Is Made Of Gold moon14day-1985-600c Rickie Lee Jones (1990) Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet) Written
Cleft on a pyramid has shown you a secret passage You carelessly force your way in Smell of death frightens ruthlessly A sentence of cipher An unknown
Buried Deep Beneath Spoiled Ground My Body Craves Formaldehyde Withdrawls Lying Within dampened Rot Memories Return And Fade Casket Sealed Shut Still
buried deep beneath spoiled ground my body craves formaldehyde withdrawls lying within dampened rot memories return and fade casket sealed shut still
A non smoking flight to, nowhere Ready to take off Last exit before breakdown Send a smile back from above I'm not looking for salvation I'm not waiting
{Know what I'm sayin'? Tired of takin' motherfuckin' bullets for niggas and shit Know what I'm sayin'? Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit
Cut my eyes out, dear So I can't see your smug grin You're right, you always win Untie my hands now I'm game up to a point And we're well past bedtime
Embalming room, body lies Lying stiff, still alive Filled with formaldehyde Fluid slowly takes the life Stomach punctured, torn apart Chemical injections
There is a balm in Gilead To make the wounded whole There is a balm in Gilead To heal the sin-sick soul There is a balm in Gilead To make the wounded
the whole body, full of pumps bubbles are seeping, pus is dripping pouring acid, sulfuric acid embalmed body, no escape skin is falling, pain is stabbing
[by Wank] The whole body, full of pumps Bubbles are seeping, pus is dripping Pouring acid, sulphuric acid Embalmed body, no escape Skin is falling, pain
Cut my eyes out dear So I can't see your smug grin You're right you always win Untie my hands now I'm game up to a point And we're well past bedtime now