Altar - A Message from the Grave
I am aware that I will die
When the moment's right for me
I know it's unavoidable
I want to take it gracefully

Never known
Never seen
Always there
In between

But before

3rd Bass - Al'z A-B-Cee'z
[Alan]
A-B-C-D-E
(Wait, Alan,
may I interest you in coming over to the Giggenbush wit me?)
No no no, dis is my spot
Don't try and steal my spot
A - A is for the atrocious acts that

Afonso Zeca - Altos Castelos
Ali est� o rio
Dois homens na margem est�o
Se um d� um passo o outro hesita
Ser� um valente? O outro n�o?
Bom neg�cio faz um deles
Tem o triunfo na m�o
Do outro lado do rio
S� um

American Music Club - At My Mercy
I hold your dress, your dress is blue
I'm a coin that fell into the sea
Now stumbling around, I'm lost from view
Do you know what became of me

He can see with his eyes closed
He'll

ABC - All Of My Heart
Once upon a time when we were friends

I gave you my heart. The story ends

No happy ever after, now were friends

Wish upon a star if that might help

The stars collid

ABC - Ask A Thousand Times
When I'm high, you're low

When I'm up, you're down

And we're never around

When we need each other

Back stabbing

You know that I bleed

I just know you'

I Hate Myself - Conversation With Dr. Seussicide

under a red sky, i told her, "i want to die."
and how i cry with no concrete reason why
and have bad dreams every night, or every other night.
i feel sickly, like i am lost at sea.
and all the girls i used to know are high on ecstasy,
and they're much happier than me, i think.
she told me things would pass,
like the girls who smoke the grass,
like huffing gas out in the dried-up meadow grass
under stars that shine like glass in the sun.
and she said, "would you shoot me in the head?"
we shot the breeze and had malt liquor instead.
passed out together in the shed or the bed - i don't recall.
i said: "what better way to put myself in my place?
what better way to get out of this goddamn place?
sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in this fucking place.
what better way to put myself in my place?"
she said: "broken hearts are easy to hide.
broken hearts are easy to ignore.
see, when you break your heart, nothing really breaks.
look at me, and look at you:
18, and dead - at 16 you were almost dead.
just sleep with me in my bed,
and don't say those things you said."
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Alex Lloyd - Amazing
when all you want to do is rock
but you don�t want to bear the shock no more
when it�s just swell that fills your eyes
Belated feelings that you have denied

when every wolf is at your

Alpha - Almost there
It's really good
That we struggle
Really struggle
That something

Think about it
Take your time
Doesn't matter
Not a crime

Almost there

There I was
Flesh and b

Alphaville - Apollo
show me a place that ain't hell, if there's space, give me room to breathe
that's all that i need for this body can't fail
and if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it
let

Afonso Zeca - Avenida De Angola
Pregais o Cristo de Braga
Fazeis a guerra na rua
Sempre virados pr� c�u
Sempre virados pr� Virgem
A Santa Cruzada manda
Matar o chivo vermelho
Contra a foice e o martelo
Contra a

Aktoriu Trio - Akacija
Kai angelai dangum praskris
Mano ten, tavo cia
Ir kai sapnai bedugnen kris
As busiu ten, tu busi cia
Chorus:
Ziema vakare...
Rudenio nakty...
Vasaros sviesoj...
Ryto spinduly..

Pulp - 97 Lovers
I'm being followed home,
I'm being followed home,
I don't know what for,
I don't know by whom.
The smell of your dress,
a face in the rain,
the pavement shines wet
in focus again

10cc - Art For Arts Sake
Gimme your body
Gimme your mind
Open your heart
Pull down the blind

Gimme your love gimme it all
Gimme in the kitchen gimme in the hall

Art for arts sake
Money for Gods