In a neat little town they call Boston Apprenticed to trade I was bound And many an hour's sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town Then bad
Black velveteen, simple and clean Oh what a bad machine Black velveteen, supple and lean The 21st century dream Ready to please, free from disease She
Rain falls, I fix my eyes Let go of the focus and I blur out all the lines Just to remember, remember Crying 'cause it's not my fault Water through my
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder The sun is settin' like molasses
I love the way they look, I love the way they feel Come on babe, I'm not made out of steel Over the phone, I could stay real cool But, face to face, I
Hast du mir denn nichts mehr zu sagen bist du taub und stumm? Bleibt am Ende unserer Liebe nur das Wort "warum"? Hast du kein Gefühl mehr fü
[Verse 1:] A Severed lie A lover's high No will to fight So lay your gun down here Just kiss me sweet And hold me tight There's only I Can get me out
Allanah Myles (Black Velvet) Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high Mama's dancin', there's a baby on her shoulder
Sitting here on the horizon Waiting for the moon to rise Love has a way of arriving Out of the clear blue sky Ooo, I love you Don't you know it's true
In a neat little town they call Belfast Apprentice to trade I was bound And the many an hours sweet happiness Have I spent in that neat little town A
Out on the Eisenhower where I lost my speed Just a little bit south of a town called weed I heard a voice and I had to stop She called me over that mountain
A thousand tears, a thousand eyes My friends and I, we cry Religion has raped us Forever we rehearse the song That strips our throats to blood We bare
THE BLACK VELVET BAND --------------------- v.1 In a neat little town they call Belfast, An apprentice to trade I was bound, And
Home is something you don't have. The eyes that look through all these pages. The one that's devilishly foolish. The eyes that make us gray. Once...
Well, in a neat little town they call Belfast, apprentice to trade I was bound Many an hours sweet happiness, have I spent in that neat little town A
In a neat little town they call Brockton Apprenticed in trade I was bound And many an hour's sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town Then
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell Jimmy Rogers on the victrola, up high Mama?s dancing with baby on her shoulder The sun is setting like molasses
