They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They’ve… mer →
Meningen med livetWeman wrote 3 months ago: They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty … more →
Weman wrote 5 months ago: When she said, “Don’t waste your words, they’re just lies,” I cried she was … more →
Weman wrote 5 months ago: Oh my name it is nothin’ My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I … more →
Weman wrote 6 months ago: Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin’. L … more →
Weman wrote 6 months ago: Lay down your weary tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself ‘neath the … more →
Weman wrote 6 months ago: Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet? We … more →
Weman wrote 6 months ago: Farewell Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound The tri … more →
Weman wrote 7 months ago: Bad news, bad news, Come to me where I sleep, Turn, turn, turn again. Sayin’ one of your frien … more →
Weman wrote 7 months ago: She’s got everything she needs, She’s an artist, she don’t look back. She’s … more →
kiumbe wrote 10 months ago: Saknar min LP och spelare, men youtube kan vara ganska ok ibland. Hittade dock inte låten jag s … more →
halvar wrote 1 year ago: I natt svensk tid var Per Georg Bjurman som vanligt på någon ishockeytävling i New York. Och innan k … more →