And I've been so busy trying getting by just simply "trying" that I've only wound up living weekend to weekend And I should be out looking for a job left
There were three farmers in the north, as they were passing by they swore an oath so mighty oh that Barleycorn should die one of them said: drown him
hold on tonight death breeds the hollow light stillborn babies know how to hold their mothers tight they will hold their mothers tight when you are safe
Control your temper 'cause we got something that you wanted to be control your temper but then you realize nothing is free control your temper 'cause
Heart beat low heat no heat at all Question unanswered and I recall Haves that have no qualms what arses they lick in taking their pick) Doesn't It make
Oh dismal mourning... I open my weary eyes once again My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within Last night I hoped
(Polly Jean Harvey Cover, from Strange Day soundtrack) I can hardly wait It's been so long I've lost my taste Say angel come Say lick my face Let fall
'round my bed I got a warmer feeling that The hairs are standing on my bed Malted milk, malted milk Keep on rushing to my head Malted milk, malted
She was a wild and lovely rose Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows But though my heart was true, it would never do Party life was what she chose Last night
Shake it off pick yourself up, they say Your life fell apart in your hands You've got the scars to prove it It's not the first time and they're getting
The whine in your hand is worth two at the bar And everybody knows what you've been drinking Disgraceful sky flecked with a nightmare of stars And everybody
Locked in a room like a tomb to fall from bed to sickness and no one to witness this mess I'm left with. And you thought this moment was just a tickle
There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die They've ploughed
Mark volman (vocals) Howard kaylan (vocals) Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley dunbar (drums) George duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin lickert
There were three men, came out of the west Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die Well, they've ploughed
chinky eyed In case you were lookin Ghetto natural now represent I flip the script if you ain't Hike up my guns and malt liquor Drink it down to the
I painted my name on a bridge today in black and white and red and grey you know it's really not far away from the banks of the river where the president