Lirik Lagu This Train - Augie March
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
We will adjust to this new condition of living like a man with his entrails now out him not in,after certain techniques of torture accustoms himself to a new condition of living...train.Thoughtful godless men find god in them at the age of twenty-fivebut in a year death gains favor and they think themselves the more alive,You'll find them in the loose caboose where the pills are kept and the stupid juice,This one has a sleeping wheel, this one has a willing noose- Onward and on to the ends of love, pricked vanity, habit and ruse.Onward and on to a premature silence where death finds too much use.
Fifteen year old whores in training, eyes a'batting, arms a'flailing, skin aflame, this fire-fanning express,If you're on board amazement follows fear and rounded by dismayit takes the corner into the day after today which is a father's sorrow- Onward and on to the ends of meanness where kindness is the means of the earth.Onward and on, awakening finds us too sensual beings from birth -("I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry lady, I am sorry, I'm sorry lady...I'm sorry")...train.
Pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with red-rind eyesgetting pecked at by the heroin sparrows of the western skies,It may be married to the tracks but this train flies and it's taking no passengers."We'll stand on his hand, that's how you pin your man, we'll smash him from Preston to Epworth!"Onward and on to the ends of reason where malice is the means of the earth.Onward and on, this strange-wrought bird, onwards and over the black coffee earth,Onward and on, this laughing train to the ends of its low, low mirth...
Where the media make it with the media whores,Lady Time minces man-meat with her contract clawsfor a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback warsin the outback palace...of one John Laws.
O we will adjust to this new condition of livinglike a sailor with his hands tied behind his backimprisoned after sailing int
Fifteen year old whores in training, eyes a'batting, arms a'flailing, skin aflame, this fire-fanning express,If you're on board amazement follows fear and rounded by dismayit takes the corner into the day after today which is a father's sorrow- Onward and on to the ends of meanness where kindness is the means of the earth.Onward and on, awakening finds us too sensual beings from birth -("I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry lady, I am sorry, I'm sorry lady...I'm sorry")...train.
Pods of wealthy blonde gobbets with red-rind eyesgetting pecked at by the heroin sparrows of the western skies,It may be married to the tracks but this train flies and it's taking no passengers."We'll stand on his hand, that's how you pin your man, we'll smash him from Preston to Epworth!"Onward and on to the ends of reason where malice is the means of the earth.Onward and on, this strange-wrought bird, onwards and over the black coffee earth,Onward and on, this laughing train to the ends of its low, low mirth...
Where the media make it with the media whores,Lady Time minces man-meat with her contract clawsfor a barbecue with the veterans of the talkback warsin the outback palace...of one John Laws.
O we will adjust to this new condition of livinglike a sailor with his hands tied behind his backimprisoned after sailing int
