and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the captain, crew and all Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguing' is done We'll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea...
s hair turning grey 泣斥逆子呐 Rebuking his rebellious son with tears 朝日见虎牙 她在月光下 She is under the moon 今夜 Tonight 奇空闪烁处 Where the stars twinkling 我与谁对话 And who I am talking to 不要离开啊 Don’t leave here please 她在月光下 She is under the moon 她在月光下 ...
Knew just how to push the pain away You know I need stability And you know you can't give it to me [Chorus] My sun may never rise the way it did with you, And he may never kiss me the way that you'd do But at least he makes me feel like a part of his life At least...
he said “I have my grandfather’s hands” and he led me down a long twisty path full of stones and broken glass and he broke my back and he hurt my heart and bit my skin and left his mark and said “You old broken thing, you’re gonna wait on me” and he bent down to slip...
They say a real man does his own stunts And to measure twice then jump once I need to steady my hands if I wanna quit this race Oh, I'm tired of waiting for something to shake We're better than this Oh, I'm tired of writing for you to relate ...
Strong to deliver, mighty to save He's got the whole world in His hands When I walk through fire I will not be burned When the waves come crashing round me Still I know with all my heart [Chorus:] Explanations Meanings Share Email ...
Jerking his hands out to us The birds drop all around us I walk into the altar room All the buddhas are smashed there Avalokitesvara's hundred faces lie shattered I have done this I walk to the makeshift redbrick altar a hundred years ago ...
Started workin’, clerkin’ for his late mother’s landlord Tradin’ sugar cane and rum and other things he can’t afford (Scammin’) for every book he can get his hands on (Plannin’) for the future, see him now as he stands on (oooh) ...
and the Devil holds us in his hands. Buried desperately in my chest 218.6.244.* a rose for myself and a rose for the dead. A serenade of tears, lifelessly we feel the beat, though no orchestra is there to be seen... I am you, I am you - you are me, what I am, ...
These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring ...