Undercurrent Ketil Bjornstad

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Floating Ketil Bjornstad

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The sorrow in her eyes Ketil Bjornstad

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Memory Ketil Bjornstad

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Ray of light Ketil Bjornstad

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Caravan moving Ketil Bjornstad

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The rainbow Ketil Bjornstad

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Her singing Ketil Bjornstad

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The face Ketil Bjornstad

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As you always said (to Rolf) Ketil Bjornstad

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The waiting room Ketil Bjornstad

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Floating (epilogue) Ketil Bjornstad

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The Window Ketil Bjornstad

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The Joy Ketil Bjornstad

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The Memory Ketil Bjornstad

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The Nest (Postludium) Ketil Bjornstad

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Undercurrent Loro`s

whisper of undercurrent oh what`s this!? whisper of undercurrent (Hey there, all day you`re alone now Look up, look down, it`s your face)

Undercurrent Epidemic

Struggling to explainBefore you tune me out and turn awaySo here it isIt contradicts and eats away your faithWhat do you wish to gain?Is it, is it worth what you've given up?Now that you've had eno...

Undercurrent Gichii

you say and I don't say I'm nothing and they're everything you say and I don't have to be here I'm nothing and they're everything

Undercurrent 로로스

Go inspire that's true you go higher but you burn pyres and you perspire that's you oh inspire what's due for liars but you desire the futile fires oh what's this whisper of undercurrent oh what's this

Thinly Veiled Disguise (Album Version) Ron Sexsmith

Under every sky of baby blue Is an undercurrent of rain Under every trial life puts you through Is an undercurrent of change Though the sun now is shrouded in grey It's pulling the wool over my eyes When

ANTIRIVER Jiwoo

Undercurrent below Antiriver it goes Soon comes sooner than meant I don’t mind losing again If all it takes is All it takes then Nothing ends this Antiriver to you Undercurrent below Undercover

Submission (Remastered 2012) Sex Pistols

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you were going I picked you up on my TV screen I feel your undercurrent flowing Submission Going down down Dragging me down Submission I can't

Full Imperial Collapse Darkest Hour

call it our nature or call it what you will automatic, trapped in the undercurrent presumed an unstoppable force through the ages spilled onto pages shine on you nonbelievers you can call it colossal

Storm Ivy Sole

[Verse x 2] I got swept up in the ocean Undercurrent held my feet Ain't no air for me to breath down here Only salt and the fear from the deep And now I've only got two options Grow some gills or fight

Submission sex pistols

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you were going I picked you up on my TV screen I feel your undercurrent flowing Submission going down down dragging me down Submission

Sub Mission Sex Pistols

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you were going I picked you up on my TV screen I feel your undercurrent flowing Submission going down down dragging me down Submission I can't tell

Life Will Open Bruce Cockburn

through who we are If we can sing with the wind song Chant with thunder Play upon the lightning Melodies of wonder Into wonder life will open We are children of the river we have named "existence" Undercurrent

Submission sex pistols

i'm on a submarine mission for you baby i feel the way you were going i picked you up on my tv screen i feel your undercurrent flowing submission going down down dragging me down submission i can't tell

Submission (Live From Finsbury Park,London,United Kingdom/1996) Sex Pistols

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you were going I picked you up on my tv screen I feel your undercurrent flowing Submission going down down Dragging me down submission I can't

Sub-Mission 노브레인 (NoBrain)

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you were going I picked you up on my tv screen I feel your undercurrent flowing Submission going down down Dragging me down submission I can't tell

SUBMISSION sex pistols

SUBMISSION i'm on a submarine mission for you baby i feel the way you were going i picked you up on my tv screen i feel your undercurrent flowing submission going down down dragging me down submission

Submission (Live At Happy House, Stockholm / 1977) Sex Pistols

I'm on a submarine mission for you baby I feel the way you were going I picked you up on my tv screen I feel your undercurrent flowing Submission going down down Dragging me down submission I can't tell

Uppercut Stereophonics

The undercurrent of the underdog Will wipe the floor with your suit and job you do, who are you?

A Broken Jar (Live from seated performance, Kingston UK) La Dispute

sense Who have I been writing to I'm not sure anymore What have I been trying to accomplish It's a mystery, I guess Self made secrecy Things get cloudy and now all these stories and The struggle as an undercurrent

Forever No More Mary J. Blige

will was realized Seeing opposed and parallel lives, some liquid and others frozen Led me to never seek from man what God has chosen} {Then the negative whispering subsided and the panicking ceased The undercurrent

Proof Paramore

only proof that I need is you I’ll get in my car Driving faster than I Ever did before Head out west until I finally Reach the shore And then I’ll swim out To wherever you are And well ride the undercurrent

Garden Of Eden Guns N Roses

fit in Don't ya tell me what my eyes see Don't ya tell me who to believe in I ain't superstitious But I know when somethin's wrong I've been draggin' my heels With a bitch called hope Let the undercurrent

GARDEN OF EDEN Guns N` Roses

fit in Don't ya tell me what my eyes see Don't ya tell me who to believe in I ain't superstitious But I know when somethin's wrong I've been draggin' my heels With a bitch called hope Let the undercurrent

Garden Of Eden Guns N' Roses

fit in Don't ya tell me what my eyes see Don't ya tell me who to believe in I ain't superstitious But I know when somethin's wrong I've been draggin' my heels With a bitch called hope Let the undercurrent

Spastic Max Edward Scissortongue

streets reeling in the panic And cotch in cul de sac hedgerows watching single mothers sparking matches in the darkness of their living rooms His grief flourished like anthill communities Couplets from an undercurrent