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Album : Songs From A Swirling Ocean (1991) Lyrics : Two days pass by All the while with the wind and the rain Another day moves along I'll wait one more just the same I had a tryst with a woman Who rides bareback and steers my mane She carries with her things I need Holy is her name Holy where can you be If I pray will I be able to see Holy come set me free The harder you ride the softer your fall will be Have you seen the girl that holds the world inside her heart Running on stones layed in her mind Moving from stop to start I had a dream that she was standing in a corner bedroom Staring out the window with her face against the glass Warm as summer's sun Pure as the driven snow Five AM the sun is shining I could barely sleep I look up and to my surprise stands Holy at my feet Her dress torn Her skin was dirty I could hardly believe When she told me how some man had stolen what rightfully belonged to me. + Informações

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Album : Songs From A Swirling Ocean (1991) Lyrics : Near the town where I had grown up There was a place that I would climb to With greener pastures and truer flowers Fantastic daydreams I called Mary (Mary gave me free passage) Now I'm 100 miles off the mainland Many miles of Keller's Point 100 miles out in the darkness So far out can't get my feet on the ground On a ship they call verity Oh, the peace in anonymity The curse of vocal obesity And the supply of mental fatalities Please take me back to Mary's Mountain I must go back to Mary's Mountain Leave me at the landing Pour me on the shore I'll swim in the new air of my childhood memories that are reborn Memories, be now true Spitting, turning, swirling ocean Cursing Scylla and Charybdis Fire! Fire! Serpent slayer Neptune offer me free passage Captain! Captain! The ship is oozing Cracking, squirming in the water Fire! Fire! Serpent slayer Neptune offer me free passage "Oh captain my captain! Our fearfull trip is done The ship has weathered every rack The prize we sought is won.". + Informações

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Album : Songs From A Swirling Ocean (1991) Lyrics : His head is kinda achin' Too many cigarettes and too much of this bottle Too many things on his mind tonight Too much thinkin' lately About the things that are missing and the things he'll never find 'till he can reach and turn on the lights Watchin' the clock move Fillin' up the ash tray Spilling his guts to somebody that's not even there Time is moving slowly He feels like he's the only needle in this haystack He's a needle in a haystack He's feelin' kinda hazy All out of luck with no place to go He's turnin' out all the lights He thinks he's goin' crazy Hidin' from things he's already shown The things he's avoided alll his life He sees faces in the mirror Showin' him what kind of man he's become (What kind of man have I become?) Reachin' out from in him He sees the side of him that needs to be alone (What kind of man always needs to be alone?). + Informações

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Fabulous song by Gypsy Kyss, guess my favourite of them. Intense, beautiful with a wunderful guitarsolo. This song is just to enjoy, to support the artist, to get the music across. To let the music be heard, that is what it deserves. If you like the song, you might want to buy the album.. + Informações

From the album When Passion Murdered Innocence. 1990. + Informações

Gypsy Kyss - from the album 'Songs From A Swirling Ocean'. + Informações

Gypsy Kyss - from the album 'When Passion Murdered Innocence' 1990. + Informações

Progressive rock band Sunpath performing "Hometown" a song of their new album "Night Dream Call" at Club Kiste in Stuttgart, Germany. Listen to the cd on: ----------------------------------------------- www.myspace.com/sunpathmusic ----------------------------------------------- enjoy and get the CD on iTunes or Amazon!. + Informações

Parte de un proyecto de la U fue algo para reirse hasta donde ya no. + Informações

Fragmento de la película Latcho Drom, con el violinista de Taraf de haidouks. + Informações

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Book 9: Chapter 2 - Hunchbacked, One Eyed, Lame.Classic Literature VideoBook with synchronized text, interactive transcript, and closed captions in multiple languages. Audio courtesy of Librivox. Read by Mark Nelson. Playlist for The Hunchback of Notre Dame? by Victor Hugo: www.youtube.com The Hunchback of Notre Dame free audiobook at Librivox: librivox.org The Hunchback of Notre Dame free eBook at Project Gutenberg: www.gutenberg.org The Hunchback of Notre Dame at Wikipedia: en.wikipedia.org View a list of all our videobooks: www.ccprose.com. + Informações

Book 11: Chapter 1B - The Little Shoe. Classic Literature VideoBook with synchronized text, interactive transcript, and closed captions in multiple languages. Audio courtesy of Librivox. Read by Mark Nelson. Playlist for The Hunchback of Notre Dame? by Victor Hugo: www.youtube.com The Hunchback of Notre Dame free audiobook at Librivox: librivox.org The Hunchback of Notre Dame free eBook at Project Gutenberg: www.gutenberg.org The Hunchback of Notre Dame at Wikipedia: en.wikipedia.org View a list of all our videobooks: www.ccprose.com. + Informações

Album : When Passion Murdered Innocence (1990) Lyrics : You must know how it feels to belong Yes you, the fortunate one : So much in demand So much in want Maybe you can't see the light in my angle But I can and I know how it feels To belong to myself You might know how to speak the language And you might know how to suffer it Yes, maybe you know things that I don't know More likely just things I've abandoned All your painted words Without truth expressions In your little world Of acting example And that's what I feel About places and speeches and social appeal Of rumours and judgements and greasing the wheel I'll have nothing for you 'til you feel what I feel It's strange how you and I are so different And it's sad that we can never agree We will never find a solution When yours is you and mine is me We could sit and speak Letting our words do their dances Aware of only threats With dangerous glances It's what I feel About places and speeches and social appeal Of rumours and judgements and greasing the wheel You'll have nothing for me 'til I feel what you feel We'll have nothing to gain 'til we learn how to feel Can't we feel?. + Informações