Mike Oldfield - Far above the clouds
Tekst :
And the Man in the Rain picked up his bag of SecretsAnd journeyed up the mountainside far above the clouds
And nothing was ever heard of him again
Except with the sound of tubular bells
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Read my lips
Dirty talk - a dirty street
Another night - it s bitter sweet
I just wanna make good love to you
I build a home for you and me
Baby, oh a mystery - can t you see babe what a love can do ?
Another night - it s bitter sweet
I just wanna make good love to you
I build a home for you and me
Baby, oh a mystery - can t you see babe what a love can do ?
Siberian kiss
Give me back my pictures of me.
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress,
And i hope you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames ceaseto move .
Snd the movie turns into...
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress,
And i hope you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames ceaseto move .
Snd the movie turns into...
Love life
Can I be the one
To share your love life
To share your love life
You live a life alone
and so do I
Don´t you ever get lonely
and do you wonder why?
May I propose a new solution?
A...
To share your love life
To share your love life
You live a life alone
and so do I
Don´t you ever get lonely
and do you wonder why?
May I propose a new solution?
A...
The prediction
[Rich Nice]
What s happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our time
[Jessica Care Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
Despite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight...
What s happenin brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our time
[Jessica Care Moore]
Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
Despite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight...
Blood is blood
Tinkerbell, my winged friend, I think we got it wrong.
No fairy tale or happy ending, just prehistoric songs.
A crystal in my baby s eyes, I want what I can t love
So now i ve learnt how to despise, I think i ve learnt enough.....
If blood is blood, then blood will...
No fairy tale or happy ending, just prehistoric songs.
A crystal in my baby s eyes, I want what I can t love
So now i ve learnt how to despise, I think i ve learnt enough.....
If blood is blood, then blood will...