The Gray Havens "Ghost Of A King": Met a Ghost of a King on a road When I first felt fire burnin' To my knees to my knees I fell Met a...
but wasn’t able to scratch into it. Behind it was the first wave of a series of bigger waves that immediately put me on the defense. I remember going full gas out to sea to give myself a chance to get under this first one, hoping there wasn’t a bigger...
ับคำทำนาย (接受预言吧)- Praesun X Porch Pathasethl「 Live Session 」 03:35 【JOEY PHUWASIT】เมษาจะกลับไป (四月归家) | SOUND CHECK EP.182 03:30 【中泰双字】ผ้าเช็ดหน้า(手帕)- Triumphs Kingdom ...
L OOK AT THAT FUCCKING GUN I JUST DREW SOME FUCKING RECTANGLES AND CALLED IT GOOOOOOD LMAOOOOO NOW OK ABOUT THE MEME PART OF THIS https://www.youtube.co... (volume warning) here's the original version of this song: https://www.youtube.co... and here's the lyrics since i was to...
When the world crowns you the king of a genre as competitive as rap, your presence — and lack thereof — is palpable. After a five-year hiatus, Kendrick Lamar declaratively stomped back on stage with his fifth studio album, Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, to explain why the crown no...
Click onhighlightedlyrics to explain. For too long now I've been at this game, Ridin' like hell through the wind and rain Robbin' bankers and Pullman cars. My lungs are choked with the dust of the road. Since Frank's been gone it's a heavy load ...
Don't understand the meaning of the song? Highlight lyrics and request an explanation. Click onhighlightedlyrics to explain. Well, the wind blows wild and the trees are flying, Old Scorpio's rising and the sky's on fire. I strolled down to the water just to watch the boats capsize. ...
Ghost in the Noonday Sun: Directed by Peter Medak, Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers. With Peter Sellers, Anthony Franciosa, Spike Milligan, Clive Revill. In the 17th century, a pirate captain is murdered by his cook after he buries his treasure and marks it
Dreamtale Lyrics "Ghostride"Closed eyes, they see Reflections rise from the past Faint and forced impressions Witnessed by a few Lullabies of grief Sung by those who lived their tale Come now to the olden days And let's go under Desperate are the ones who feel Their voices gone from time...
As a form of restitutionBless the children, nothing less than brilliantLet me entertain you like Robbie WilliamsI'll be here when y'all are gone, rebuilding,World revolving, still evolving, still SlimHow many kids'll copy? Probably millions,But I'ma do this as a fu*king hobby till then...