Cutting Crew Lyrics
Cutting Crew Lyrics
"The Great One-Handed Brag Lyrics"
Impossible Lyrics
One things for sure It's not the same anymore Close the door There's a wind coming in And if it's true I will believe in you, in you, in you
Eede
And though the fires are burning
under the pillars of learning
i hear the wind is still howling
"go home"
and looking out of your window
you see a brave new tomorrow
and no one is standing in your way
when everyting is done
the war is never won
he's standing all alon
the russian winds blow cold
his story must be told
the great one-handed brag
through all the bodies decaying
you come up smelling of roses
you take the final decision
to carry on
you think of sweet josephine
back home where fields were green
and no sweat, no blood, no stench,
no mortal
when everything is done
the war is never won
he's standing all alone
the russian winds blow cold
his story must be told
the great one-handed brag
(verse en francais)
[ Roughly translates as:
In colorful blue
On the big oceans
I hear the wind blow
Telling me
I
oh
and the boys are all in retreat
you'd better wise up and face defeat
and half a million men lie dying
when everyting is done
the war is never won
he's standing all alone
the russian winds blow cold
the story must be told
the great one-handed brag
One things for sure It's not the same anymore Close the door There's a wind coming in And if it's true I will believe in you, in you, in you
Eede
And though the fires are burning
under the pillars of learning
i hear the wind is still howling
"go home"
and looking out of your window
you see a brave new tomorrow
and no one is standing in your way
when everyting is done
the war is never won
he's standing all alon
Bowling Lyrics
I try to push it right down. It finds its way right back to me. The arrows lead me in the right direction. And it's dark and glossy. My reflection's staring back a
eI try to push it right down. It finds its way right back to me. The arrows lead me in the right direction. And it's dark and glossy. My reflection's staring back a
the russian winds blow cold
his story must be told
the great one-handed brag
through all the bodies decaying
you come up smelling of roses
you take the final decision
to carry on
you think of sweet josephine
back home where fields were green
and no sweat, no blood, no stench,
no mortal
Too Close To The Sun Lyrics
(Parsons, Bairnson, Elliott) There must be a thousand ways Holding us within this maze Every path we take leads us astray Comfort me my onl
coil.(Parsons, Bairnson, Elliott) There must be a thousand ways Holding us within this maze Every path we take leads us astray Comfort me my onl
when everything is done
the war is never won
he's standing all alone
the russian winds blow cold
his story must be told
the great one-handed brag
(verse en francais)
[ Roughly translates as:
In colorful blue
On the big oceans
I hear the wind blow
Telling me
I
Brand New Low Lyrics
Over and over I keep wondering why Then I give up and see that look in your eyes Cause if I trip and fall, I'll be to blame And if I hit the wall,<
t's the retreat ]Over and over I keep wondering why Then I give up and see that look in your eyes Cause if I trip and fall, I'll be to blame And if I hit the wall,<
oh
and the boys are all in retreat
you'd better wise up and face defeat
and half a million men lie dying
when everyting is done
the war is never won
he's standing all alone
the russian winds blow cold
the story must be told
the great one-handed brag