Patrick Wolf - The bluebell

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Down in the park
And the lust of the light
Among the stray dogs and families
I smell the bonfires, and
Watch the bonbs
Fireworks burst above the trees
And to pillows of white cloud, and
Another year has gone
Now it is the fifth of november
I lock the doors, and
Swallow the key
And draw the curtains, closed forever
Forever

Inne utwory

  • Wind in the wires
  • The railway house
  • Pumpkin soup
  • Empress
  • Peter Pan
  • London
  • Lycanthropy
  • Bloodbeat
  • The hairy song
  • Teignmouth
  • Tristan
  • Pigeon song
  • Overture
  • This weather
  • Enchanted
  • The stars
  • Paris
  • Wolf song
  • Get lost
  • Losowe utwory

    Lifeblind

    Chosen to speak
    Truth of the weak
    Where is your god?
    Truth has been lost

    Where is the way?
    Whose life will pay?
    No one is wrong
    Grief is too strong

    Lose the way
    Pain today
    Who can...

    First, last & always

    So much that glitters and shines
    in this world, wild and wonderful.
    So much that captures my mind,
    still all my thoughts turn to you.
    You should know, I think of you....

    Chorus:
    First, last & always
    first, last & always.
    You gave my life back to me
    and forever...

    Pony

    When I grow up I want a pony
    I m gonna ride her from dust til dawn
    I m gonna brush her mane
    And feed her sugar cane
    And keep her in safe from the storm
    If I had a pony
    I wonder could I be your girl

    When I grow up I want a baby
    I m...

    Puste słowa

    Miało być pięknie, zawsze już razem.
    Dlaczego sam zostałem??
    Znalazłem szczęście, które szukałem,
    po uszy w kłopoty wpadłem.
    Znam kumpli paru co też się nabrali,
    na czułe słówka na wdzięk.
    Za miłość swoją co mieli oddali,
    a teraz leczą się z ran.

    Ref:
    Wypijmy do dna za te serca,
    złamane oszukane,...

    The last page

    The girl writes on the last page
    And the pencil is nearly dry
    There can t be no mistakes
    Cause these words will be final
    He s been waiting for a letter for days
    The inspiration is gone, the wind flew away
    All the trees that once were green
    Are all ready for bed

    All the greats...