Honor salute and speak To the corner standing flag Do you remember how The days of school were Indivisible separate worlds Compare contrast These dreams
She borders the pavement, flanks avenues Parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war She'll raise a shaft, lift a banner, toss a rose My mother
In the cruel garrison of affection If worth of lore is true You know the face of a temptress Pit Viper A witch or enchantress Pit Viper With the malign
Science is truth for life Watch religion fall obsolete Science will be truth for life Technology as nature Science truth for life In Fortran tongue the
Bent double like old beggars in sacks Knock kneed and cursing or coughing like hags Men marched on sleeping some without boots Fatigue drunken deaf still
Lineage closed Dissolved in it?s birth Tragedy Prelude a balance Is a synergy of reason Malicious hope As techno atrocities Lapse their effects Associate
Frail hinges pivot on A cases door, commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change, each occasion Cellophane encased Displaying paper certificate
(Kendall, Russell, Holland, Black) Desperate and a loser A failure at his trade Nothin' more to live for Decision that he made He said that he's sorry
Poesje mauw... In de manenschijn, in de manenschijn, klom ik op een trappetje uit het raam kozijn. Maar je raad het niet, maar je raad het niet, zo doet
Ik ben Birgit, en ik ga een liedje voor jullie zingen...
Dinner call in the late afternoon The sun step down for the moon Story books, nightlights And I still remember songs Piano sing-alongs And the colored
Wake wake wake up in Hold on wake They stole all my other shit Keeping my money nigger Fuck all that our talk Life is only what you make it You can take
( Storageland EP ) 1982, i'm playing atari In my living room I am learning how to play breakout Use my paddle, use my joystick I am winning against
(Mon Credo) Oui je crois, qu'une vie ca commence avec un mot d'amour Oui je crois, que la mienne commence a partir de ce jour Oui je crois, a tous les
(Que reste-t-il de nos amours) Que reste-t-il de nos amours ? Que reste-t-il de nos beaux jours ? Une photo, vieille photo de ma jeunesse. Que reste
l'amitie On a a peine 20 ans a nous deux On est en 1982 Entre deux histoires de Toto On chante une chanson de Renaud On est en 1982 Dans un petit pavillon
Verse 1 Operator, please connect me with 1982 I need to make apologies for what I didn't do I sure do need to tell her that I've thought the whole
Maurice White, Charles Stepney & Verdine White Hearts of fire creates love desire Take you high and higher to the world you belong Hearts of fire