Flames In lyrics
Flames In lyrics
"Worlds Within The Margin Lyrics"
I Dont Want To Make History Lyrics
I DON'T WANT TO MAKE HISTORY Hal Kemp Columbus took a chance And I would take a chance As long as there's a moon up above But I don't want to
I DON'T WANT TO MAKE HISTORY Hal Kemp Columbus took a chance And I would take a chance As long as there's a moon up above But I don't want to
Raindrop hits the leaf, changing its position slightly on the street
next to polls of monotonous water He walks, Slipping feet from steps at random He falls
In the space between his body and the ground
comets cast of their names, stellar neurones misfire
Witnesses inhale the seed
and spit out a million branches
Stupid-Little-Love-Song Lyrics
It's just a stupid little love song It's just a stupid little-- It's just a stupid little love song Here we go
Buds abloom in all directions
from which events occur
relations and virused meetings
catch fire and explode
In the margin of butterfly wings
entire cycles of evolution
outplayed and faded
sparked and leaned back into
vacuum-filled nirvana
Between the two of my eyes
feverish fractals soa
I Wish I Was A Girl Lyrics
The devil's in the dreaming He tells you I'm not sleeping in my hotel room alone With nothing to believe in You dive into the traffic rising up And it
rThe devil's in the dreaming He tells you I'm not sleeping in my hotel room alone With nothing to believe in You dive into the traffic rising up And it
dance like were they on drugs
peyote labyrinths re-mapped exits
A hasty blink
and a million life-to-comes
will never be the same
as they never were
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
lies a birth-machine for a paralell universe
With the first movement in the organic soap
came a bouque
Life In Vain Lyrics
Don't want to be free of hope And I'm at the end of my rope It's so tough just to be alive When I feel like the living dead I'm giving it up so plain<
t of alternative answersDon't want to be free of hope And I'm at the end of my rope It's so tough just to be alive When I feel like the living dead I'm giving it up so plain<
all different multiplied and re-devided
Coded in the spinal cord of a trilobite
written between the legs on the Meganeura
suburban city maps and dormant dictator semen
marked their way trough time
In the kinetic energy of a moving fist
lies a birth-machine for a paralell universe