Тексты песен «Hugh Blumenfeld»

There's a winter storm with my name on it And it's cutting up the coast On the radar there's a ghost Clear to the Carolinas It feels like years since December And it seems like more till spring I swear I'll bear up...

There's a winter storm with my name on it And it's cutting up the coast On the radar there's a ghost Clear to the Carolinas It feels like years since December And it seems like more till spring I swear I'll bear up...

Where the hell did it go? They say he spent it all on wine and women But even so-- I know a guy who wrote a song for Garth Brooks And now he's got it made for life But Mozart never really made a lot of money, And that's...

(for Kurt Cobain) I could never see your face To see if you were really crying Your hair hung like rain I would have sworn that you were lying. One long scream ran through every refrain You were riding four white...

In the cool hour of the evening The garden gold and breathing My lover at my hand Two virgins in the land and angels on the wing descending as they sing, "Raphael, oh Raphael" O how it made you warm To see my lover's...

The hawk and the sparrow flew up together Though the sparrow was small and the hawk on a tether Wingtip wingtip, feather to feather All in the fall with winter coming on All in the fall with winter coming on He was dark...

The hawk and the sparrow flew up together Though the sparrow was small and the hawk on a tether Wingtip wingtip, feather to feather All in the fall with winter coming on All in the fall with winter coming on He was dark...

She is the sugar of the islands She is the coffee in the hills She is the harvest of the vineyard She is the river where it spills Into the canyon She is the ocean where it swells She is the flashing on the water She is...

She is the sugar of the islands She is the coffee in the hills She is the harvest of the vineyard She is the river where it spills Into the canyon She is the ocean where it swells She is the flashing on the water She is...

This is not an age of faith This is not an age of miracles We don't believe anything they say We don't believe anything at all But when December grabs you by the throat Better look for something burning deep inside your...

I am waiting for the Good Humor Man to come driving his white truck down my street again and the neighborhood kids doing skids on their bicycles over and over again We were all out of school, just trying to be cool...

I am waiting for the Good Humor Man To come driving his white truck down my street again And the neighborhood kids doing skids on their bicycles Over and over again We were all out of school, just trying to be cool...