John Cale - A big white cloud

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When I stand, my back to the sea
A big white cloud, looking right down on me
Sound of sun, missing my eyes
Everything s clear, everything s bright

Big white cloud, big white cloud
Big white cloud on me
Big white cloud, big white cloud
Big white cloud on me.

Time to kill on the hill
Looking at bees, licking the trees
Looking for signs ....................

Oh how I love you,
Yes how I love you
Oh how I love you so.

Oh how I love you,
Yes how I love you
Oh how I love you so.

After all is said and done
Everything, is just like it began
Days that came, years again
Came in here once again

Oh how I love you,
Yes how I love you
Oh how I love you so.

Oh how I love you,
Yes how I love you
Oh how I love you so.

Inne utwory

  • Fade away tomorrow
  • Emily
  • Lay my love
  • Forever changed
  • Baby what you want me to do
  • Broken hearts
  • Hello there
  • Bring it on up
  • Please
  • Footsteps
  • Buffalo ballet
  • Spinning away
  • Fighter pilot
  • Andalucia
  • Losowe utwory

    Suffocate

    Talk to me
    Can you listen to me now
    Do you understand
    Can you identify?
    But it s as if you seem to make a small effort
    But you bend you re bending my mind and you try to suffocate
    And smother me

    Make the deal

    Time after time you told me it was the truth
    Time after time you lied to me through your tooth
    How can you sing when everyone writes your song
    You think you pull the strings and I get strung along

    Ba, ba, ba, ba

    The power of love

    The power of love, of my love
    Stop the motor running
    Can t you feel it coming
    Love the power of love
    No use in denying
    Gotta keep on trying

    I ve got gotta feeling
    We re not seeing eye to eye
    But we re gonna have a good time...

    Badlands

    I m talking about the badlands
    Ain t nothing but a sadland
    I don t blame it on the city
    But the badlands put its mark on you

    I see Johnny at the corner
    As the Popsicleman
    All of a sudden he s got a gun in his hand

    Fucking hostile

    Almost every day, i see the same face
    on broken picture tube, it fits the attitude.
    If you could see yourself, you put you on a shelf
    your verbal masturbate, promise to nauseate.
    Today I ll play the part of non-parent,
    not make a hundred...