Бродский в тюрьме Lyrics & Chords By Новаторы Авангарда

Crops falling from the earth to the ceiling These small arms and white belly And enormous undercarriage The wax crayon illuminati Our minds locked in dark sewer Each finding less...read more

Hello y'all Let me tell you a story about Willy the Weeper He had a job as a chimney sweeper He had the dope habit and he had it bad Listen while I tell you about a dream he...read more

I'm a girl sitting under the evening sun See your sweet face shining under the streetlight glow And as I look upon you, my fondness for you grows And as I look upon you, my...read more

Will you walk this way with me, sir? Will you talk with me? Good evening Blood Mother Far off and broken ...read more

After twenty years of marriage I grew my beard To find out why People grow beards I haven't the time I've nailed down the last plank It can't be possible ...read more