Kort Påbrå Lyrics & Chords By Samla Mammas Manna

The midsummer fire was made by the Friction Of a wheel spun around An oaken axle A wheel tarry and lit, A wheel rolled down A slope into a pool, A wheel borne on a pole, ...read more

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Dollars down the penny drain Frozen in the clouds Dream away the last of pain In waterfalls of sounds Float across the icy pools Leaves with curl and sway Now your mind is...read more

A man who would be king, a big thing To move great masses with his mouth To play fast and loose with limb To build a castle on the sand To lie with grace And steal with...read more

Once as the sun was setting A slave came to the gate Day dying. On its fiery tongue An obol lay Of copper spun. Then did we dream? Or were our houses Lambent gold? In...read more