Hinterland Cubanate

What have you come here forDo you want your blood moneyWhat have you come here forDo you want your...What have you come here forDo you want to cut some fleshWhat have you come here forDo you want t...

It Cubanate

Every time I take a look at you I see there's something dying inside meI've got to get a grip on that tension that's tearing me apartIf I could talk to you I'd tell you dirty storiesThat's right I'...

Isolation Cubanate

The ghost of herIs in the architectureIn the brickwork of the airportIn the concrete of the plazaThere was a rumor of her presenceSomeone else was hereFrom the fingerprintsThe evidence is clearThe ...

Internal Cubanate

RejectionDevotionConfusionRevulsionAmbitionCorruptionFeeding her own obsessionFeeding her own obsessionFeeding her own obsessionFeeding her own obsessionEmotionTitillationConfrontationLiberationFee...

Other Voices Cubanate

So here we are againOther voices in different roomsAnd you know, this means nothingWe're gonna rent each other for an hour or twoAnd our conversation is the hiss of white noiseJust interference thr...

Voids Cubanate

I'm in a cold grey roomWith a forty watt light bulbSick to death of it allI've got forty-three channels on this TVI keep watching science fiction, horror films, animationAnything to make me feelAny...

An Airport Bar Cubanate

> It seems like I've been here foreverKilling time in an airport barI see a touristWith a face like a razorEyes like an insectBody like cancerAll the hostessesFeel the shame in what they doAll t...

The Destruction Of The Art Deco House White Hinterland

They’re knocking down that Art Deco houseThe clawfoot tub is cracked and crushedThe mattress springs and the telephone wiresGnash now through the air like crocodilesEverything is coming up in 2 x 4...

Dreaming Of The Plum Trees White Hinterland

Upstairs the neighbors are moving inHammering nails into their bedsYou can hear them falling in love againThree times this eveningWhile we tried to sleep in bedJealous of how they were so contentJe...

Calliope White Hinterland

CalliopeI can hear your voiceAs clear as a bellAs a bell ringing through the nightThrough the nightO CalliopeYour tablets of waxAnd your golden crownSo wise, so wiseO CalliopeI need your impartial ...

Hometown Hooray White Hinterland

Down by the old stone churchWhere the joe-pye weed and the mallows growThose petals bigger then my fistWatch them bob and bow when the wind does blowThere grows a cypress treeAnd in its trunk I car...

A Beast Washed Ashore White Hinterland

'Neath the leaden lidI saw your faceAshen and pale as you walked awayAnd I stayed behind Oh Where'd you goDearest friend of mineCan you recall the lurid scene of savageryThe sea beast belly-up and ...

Napoleon At Waterloo White Hinterland

He holds us all in his hands He is the one who's in commandHe leads us down to the knollThe skies begin to fill with smokeBut do not falter, nor stand afraidHe is the one who holds us allNo, do not...

Hung On A Thin Thread White Hinterland

Come along in my mackinawI'll point you where you need to goThough our path may bend and yawYou won't get lostWith my pointed prow and square sternWe'll use our arms for oarsTo spoor little schools...

Vessels White Hinterland

Those wending shipsThat sailed in MayVessels that carried meFrom one place to the nextWere fated just for meOh they were fated just for meIn my time I've made mistakesThat made all of the differenc...

Red Sails David Bowie

Red sail action Red sail Some reaction Action boy seen living under neon Struggle with a foreign tongue Red sails make him strong Action make him sail along Life stands still and stares The hinterland

Lisboa Melody Gardot

Lisboa Lisboa The sorrow of your days gone by Now the hinterland of lovers should lay Beneath all your vacant skies Lisboa Lisboa From Alama's arms to Lisbendade Paper lanterns falling embers Quiet cantors

Magpie Patrick Wolf

magpie, I am lost among the hinterland, caught among the bracken and the fern and the boys who have no name. MARIANNE: there's no name for us. PATRICK: still we sing.

Train Running Low On Soul Coal XTC

low on dream steam They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream And they shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going mad in this hinterland

Don't Call Her Over To You Beatenberg

call her over to you Don’t try and reconcile Any two things too quickly Don’t try to make her smile Don’t give her your confession Don’t ask her for her hand And don’t call her over to you In a barren hinterland

Your Fire Has Gone Out Prinzhorn Dance School

wants to hear you you're not getting old you're just getting bored your fire has gone out your fire has gone out your fire has gone out your fire has gone out red sky kisses yellow crop in a concrete hinterland

Soldier Of Love Sade

the use of my heart But I\'m still alive Still lookin for the life The endless pool on the other side It\'s a wild wild west I\'m doin my best I\'m at the borderline of my faith I\'m at the hinterland

Sign Of The Times Kevin Coyne

Wild palms in the hinterland Stretches of yellow sand A blue bird trapped in my hand It's hard to understand It must be a sign of the times - times It must be a sign of the time - time - time - time -

Soldier of Love (Remastered) Sade

"I've lost the use of my heart But I'm still alive Still looking for the life The endless pool on the other side It's a wild wild west I'm doing my best I'm at the borderline of my faith, I'm at the hinterland