Bourée à Pichon Lyrics & Chords By Ancient Beatbox

I am a wee weaver confined to my loom My lover she is fair as the red rose in June She's loved by all young men and that does grieve me My heart's in the bosom of lovely...read more

Den Fuchs den plagte der Hunger sehr da macht er sich auf ein Gans muß her. Er schleicht durch den Wald und bittet den Mond, daß er ihn mit seinem Licht verschont. Und so...read more

Mid the pause In the wreckage came The peculiar light Of a Saturday Fictions form In the ghost of years But they fell apart As they always do Seething limbs all stick...read more

I felt fear, I felt a child Waiting, watching your smile I went walking in through the gate Only to find I was too late Your fear had turned to hate That you found within your...read more

On the phone you spoke Picking bones with my friends and lovers You said, "I think you're living in a bubble, darling" So I thought it through and thought That maybe you could...read more