Jewel lyrics
Jewel lyrics
"Painters lyrics"
Darling lyrics
They sell us love as divinity When it's only a social obscenity Underneath they're all lovable Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello. Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hero hello. Hello, hello, hello, hello Obscene sentimental, hero hello Obsession, obsession, hello, hello D
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porchThey sell us love as divinity When it's only a social obscenity Underneath they're all lovable Chorus: Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hello hello. Hello hero, hero hello. Hello hero, Hero hello. Hello, hello, hello, hello Obscene sentimental, hero hello Obsession, obsession, hello, hello D
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago.
When she used to color carelessly painted his portrait
A thousand times-or maybe just his smile-
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
He put water-colored roses in her hair
He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine,
the sunset too
I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me
'Cause
I Disagree lyrics
You know what my problem is 'cause you know everything You say that we play too fast, you say that I can't sing Tell the world your expert lies The speedfreaks know you're blind I don't play for critics, I don't care what's on your mind I disagree Sound the death knell for the bands if they don't like your fac
they were painters and they were painting themselvesYou know what my problem is 'cause you know everything You say that we play too fast, you say that I can't sing Tell the world your expert lies The speedfreaks know you're blind I don't play for critics, I don't care what's on your mind I disagree Sound the death knell for the bands if they don't like your fac
A lovely world.
So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, an art to live by
They painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful child
in the winter they were weavers of warmth,
in summer they were carpenters of love
They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running
through the orchard screaming,
'No God, don't take him from me!,'
But buy the time she g
Deify Thy Master lyrics
Music:Mameli,Uterwijk Lyrics:Foddis His hands held high Hypnotyzing eyes, the instruments of power he has obtained His spoken words Standing on the pedestal He sees his portrait held high by their hands Deify thy master, he will be the one who protects you from all what`s evil Deify thy master, a devine person
t there, she feared he already had goneMusic:Mameli,Uterwijk Lyrics:Foddis His hands held high Hypnotyzing eyes, the instruments of power he has obtained His spoken words Standing on the pedestal He sees his portrait held high by their hands Deify thy master, he will be the one who protects you from all what`s evil Deify thy master, a devine person
She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her
She threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me
with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits
to remind me!
He said, 'Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand
I put my soul in this life we created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little this world holds me still
My body may die now, but these paintings are real.'
So many seasons came and many seasons went
and many times she saw her loves face watering the flowers,
talking tot he trees and singing to his children
A
No.1 lyrics
I've got to get up ma, and get in my place I've got to work out ma, and sort out my face I've got all 'zines telling me what to eat And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet And I don't have the time to get all worked up about the year on the street And it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not m
d when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,I've got to get up ma, and get in my place I've got to work out ma, and sort out my face I've got all 'zines telling me what to eat And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet And I don't have the time to get all worked up about the year on the street And it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not m
and how he seamed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her
when she was crying
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover
how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color carelessly,
Painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile,
and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
Yes, she and her canvas still follow
Because they are painters and they are painting themselves
A lovely world