Pack your bags, we're leaving earth, where hate is seething; nothing's worth believing.... There's no time, make up your mind! Imperial Zeppelin.... Quick
Time for a change: I felt bad, things looked strange. Home, home on the range... Yes, it's time for a change. "Well, young man, when you grow up what
Oversættelse: Peter Hamill. Viking Chris Judge Smith.
Oversættelse: Peter Hamill. Time For A Change (Chris Judge Smith).
Oversættelse: Peter Hamill. Imperial Zeppelin (Chris Judge Smith).
Close encounter of the three kinds You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray y'all And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay Paul I could give
Michael Peter Smith - Bird Avenue Publishing - ASCAP In the lamplight burning low AND Dimly through enchanted woods She rocks beside the fire that
m rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit You gone phase me, but swingin like peter parker Motherfuck
m lacking in ambition Simply no predisposition And when I hit the stage I lose all composition I never liked it loud coz crowded places scare me I dig the rock roll as much as Peter
praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone with Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs Drunk a cup of blood We trained the same time Peter sprayed
boomer I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me goldilocks I ciggedy-catch the scoop from peter jennings
- Andy Bell RODERICK USHER - Peter Hammill MADELINE USHER - Lene Lovich THE HERBALIST - Herbert Gronemeyer THE VOICES OF THE HOUSE - Peter Hammill Performed, arranged and recorded by Peter
a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs Drunk a cup of blood We trained the same time Peter sprayed
's major worries, and his little Rosie Admiral Bailey and his big belly Josie Wales says no wrong free call me King Kong sings a song called 'Trouble Again' Wayne Smith, Peter
& the bleeding heart band: Graham broad - drums Rick di fonzo - guitar Andy fairweather low - guitar & bass Nick glennie smith - keyboards Snowy white - guitar Peter
a second, then said: "waffle cardigans, wentworth jail, Rah-rah skirts straight out of hell, Andrew ? ? ? and bmx bikes, Chernenko and miners' strikes, Nikky kershaw and red ken, Peter
(opio) Remember tabitha smith That's been my hard on since the fifth grade Used to tell me nigga get paid So we could be chillin' Knew she'd be a millionaire
I'll bring her in some day Gonna find her, yeah ah, gonna find her Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith Got nothing, child, on me Sgt. Friday, Peter Gunn