by Analog Rebellion on album Ancient Electrons
by Analog Rebellion on album Ancient Electrons
(Oh no you've been hurt) (Ooh no) I can sleep I can sleep inside this machine Oh I can talk Oh I can talk I can talk you off with your always holding hands And I'll meet you with your dema
by Analog Pussy on album Psycho Bitch from Hell
Solipse stands for the full solar eclipse, one of the most amazing and powerful experiences to be witnessed by the human eye. It is, if one is lucky, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. We are here to
by Analog Rebellion on album Ancient Electrons
Yeah! How did conduct get so hard? Tell me, tell me Mr. Barr. I'm just calling to pretend; everyone comes back again. Set off course, you'll breath fire. Take your art; this is tired. Asin
by Analog Missionary on album Transmitter
Watching the sky Pour out the rain Onto the fields That the sun has burned Pass through the woods Mountains of stone Breathe through my hands Stiff from the cold Walk through the rain Down
by Analog Missionary on album Transmitter
Falling asleep In the backseat The radio is on I feel alive Only when it's dark out Only when it's quiet Lost all my strength While gazing out The backglass As powerlines rush By like
by Analog Missionary on album Transmitter
She is red light She means blood Hail your streetcar Save me one For the money For the show Keep your head On trade your hope And the fashion Of her words Keeps her hold tight On th
by Analog Missionary on album Transmitter
I fell against the floor As i looked out to the stars A movement caught my eye I'm suddenly transformed Chorus: I'm walking alone On this dirty road Kicking up dust I'm standing alone In th
by Analog Rebellion on album Full Frontal
You seem disappointed; maybe I led you on. Let's get out of the air, maybe; let's get inside. What's it take to get you to have me? To be alone? What's it take to get you to have me? To be alone?
by Analog Rebellion on album Full Frontal
You came at me like a force of nature Tectonic plate slidin' on down the west coast A sparkling storm in this American hell A Christian virgin's wedding or some other tough sell Hail the bombs o
by Analog Rebellion on album Full Frontal
New species give way to divine colors. They are the stoic killers. The less that you know, Less that you know. Far from here there are no law abiders, Father Abraham says. They are the farsider