Tekster:
Simple Minds Celebrate

Simple Truth Unheard Mezmerising Stars Eternities Away Listening To The Silent Symphonies Of The Night Standing Alone Yet Never Lonely Longing For Death Still Celebrating

win the G? The Gusto is comin' home with me Comin' home with me, comin' home with me (Comin' home with me) Rrrahh! Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created? Who got celebrity

disturb We took the late flight Close to heaven in the cold half light All the pleasures of that very first night Crystal clear in my mind No complications

grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too We had a graphic designed who know just what to do He made it plain and simple, red, white, and

of frozen moisture, they unlocked a written history of Blessing from its almost undiscovered tomb. So begins the story of Magica. It was a time of celebration

Where there used to be a wax-candle Blowing in the rhythm of a mind inside a man Working in the shadows of a midnight land Where words were sealed with

Mr. Adams I cannot write with any style or proper etiquette I don't know a participle from a predicate I am just a simple cobbler from Connecticut Others: Connecticut, Connecticut, a simple

of the One becomes of the Many. The incense smoke dances with the candles flames attracting the celebrants astral energies. The choral worshipping of the Black Goddess raises from our minds

dirtiness go out By a simple prayer of mercy The treason of his death will be your blame Your master is buried in the abyss The dead, they already celebrate