Тексты песен «Clutch»

I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home. And though I feel like crying, I swear tonight, I'll cry no more. How many times have I prayed That I would get lost along the way? Dream with the feathers of...

Behind the Cliffside Inn I heard a fiddle and a mandolin Keeping rhythm on an old washboard And stomping on the floor Saw people of all sorts Dancing 'round in twos and fours Caroling about days of old And what...

All right! You wanna know my political persuasion? Well, sugar, I howl at the moon At the moon - can you dig it? Would you like some more information? Theres a buzzkiller in the room In the room - can you dig it?...

Standing waist high in snow What brought me here, I do not know Sky is filled with starry scenes Of heroes and their greatest deeds Satellites move across the sky And every year they multiply Father bear is sound...

(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult) Woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes. Don't ask me why, it's just the nature of my groove. I larged down the boulevard, came under attack, But I rocked them senseless, 'cause honey...

I woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes, I A don't ask me why it's just the nature of my grooves I larged down the boulevard came under attack A but I rocked them senseless 'Cause honey it's tight like that,...

Airstreams tethered together like silver sleeping oxen All the best locations are located on the margins Suited for telescoping the interstellar scene It's a mean killer in the daylight, but that's life for you and...

The problem of a time lord Is there's never any time Too much of eternity And never to unwind Hobgoblins and Morris men Fighting in the streets (Ha continual?) breakdown Give them lighting Chorus: (Waiting on the...

Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot And you know I hang...

Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot And you know I hang...

Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot And you know I hang...

Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot And you know I hang...

Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars And Evel Knievel, like Virgil Was a gentleman as well as a scholar I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot And you know I hang...

Mi corona es la montaГ±a Mis ojos, el sol Mi boca, es el viento Mi pecho es... Los llanos Los arboles, mis puГ±os Mi toga es la noche Mis ancestros son nadies Mi descendiente es todo el mundo Soy el tirano maldito...

Two [Incomprehensible] doors [Incomprehensible] Imported [Incomprehensible] Victorian [Incomprehensible] They go between Bucolic scenes Machiavelli And all the lesser name schemes Greyhounds and rabbits Go...

How's that hardcore fanzine? Still take the piss? Y and T got records, demos on cassette. Summer of the seven inch. Too cool for school. Manifestoes at Kinko's, pinko commies play no fools. I feel the spirit moving...

Only the dirt I do believe. As memory vanishes among the leaves. Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim's fare. Jubilee's generally early. Let's take the country air. Mistreating granite, limestone,...

Hey hey now, what's that smell? Just like cornbread done too well What you need you know I got So hands up, who wants to...

My baby caught the train. Left me all alone. My baby caught the train. Left me all alone. She know I love her. She done me wrong. My baby bought the ticket long as her right arm. My baby bought the ticket long...

Like ravens on a scarecrow Too old to beat them off The guilt ferments Familiarity breeds contempt The yolk of faith splatters silent Harvest time, red moon rising Anvil cloud, lightning rod Peacemaker, life...