PJ Harvey - Color me grey

Tekst :

Pour yourself into a drink
It s what you think
I don t have anything to say at all
A funny mess, don t you agree
Just you and me
I don t have anything to do at all
Shall we go out tonight
Will that be alright
Shall we search for our fortune and fame
For oil on peaceful waters
Always stings the same

So just stab me in the back
And call me lover
For nothing now can ever be the same
We ll swap stories of past conquests
We ll tell each other lies
And I ll try so hard to shoulder all the blame
Shall we go out tonight
Will that be alright
Shall we search for our fortune and fame
For oil on peaceful waters
Always stings the same

Inne utwory

  • Uh huh her
  • Naked cousin
  • Featherhead
  • Shot of love
  • So you got a horse
  • Love too soon
  • A place called home
  • You said something
  • M-bike
  • Stone
  • Victory
  • Goodnight
  • The dancer
  • Broken homes
  • Daddy
  • Oh my lover
  • City of no sun
  • Losowe utwory

    Unser tod ist wiedergeburt

    Mit leeren Händen stehe ich vor Dir
    Was ich Dir versprach habe ich nie besessen
    Der Ring war nur ein Luftbild der ängstlichen Verlegenheit
    Und nun rieselt das Glück durch meine Arme
    Unser Schicksal ist besiegelt.
    Längst verloren geglaubt waren
    Diese Flammen - dieses...

    Higher high

    Fireflies are flying higher
    They draw their wings up in the sky
    Something i cannot read now
    For my vision is blurred

    We all are ruled by our fears below
    Higher high
    We are stuck and can t get out again
    There s more than we deny
    And there s more than meets the eye

    Fortune, fairytales
    We ve all...

    Lost soul

    He took my soul
    Took my soul
    In his hands
    My mind got dark
    Mind got dark
    In his hands

    When did I begin
    To follow the shadows
    They fill my dreams with pain and sadness
    When did I begin
    To feel the sorrows
    Then I laid my soul...

    Angels in America

    People dying from lonely days
    We re walking and trying to take our souls away
    We re just spending out our time angels in America slapping on a
    dime
    Slide here for me
    get these chains away and I m never quite free
    she walks like she is on a line
    angels in America trying to...

    Gangsta beat 4 tha streetz

    Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]

    I got beat for the street
    Ta pump in ya jeep
    Or in ya caravan wid da homies kinda deep
    Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
    Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
    Rolling in...