Lyrics to Dour

bal-sagoth - summoning the guardians of the astral gate
medes, whereit had lain hidden for countless centuries, its true power and purpose known only to the dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship. it is said that the tapestry ofslaughter woven th

bruce hornsby - sunflower cat (some dour cat) (down with that)
one eye is open, the other eye is shut don't throw anything to me i'm in no place, no place to receive and i just can't move a thing things are rough down here you know it's a little grim whatever yo dour

buffalo tom - anything that way
the moon was full your whiskey sour oh, girl, there's no need to be so dour 'cause when you walk with me in the beginning of the day you see, i don't need anything that way i

coil - montecute
three hot junes burned. since first i saw you fresh which later waned. ahh, yet doth beauty like a dour hand steal from his figure, only pace percieved. so your sweet hue, which me thinks still doth stan

cradle of filth - soft white throat
the fragrance of her breath when her lips met death with such imagination bear me to the moon the dour toll of bells scare me with their boon of winters bitter graveyards swallowing her fear i veered b

the doors - a feast of friends
nts have the power dog-men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors i'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv tower, i want roses in my garden bower; dig? royal babies, rubies m

the doors - an american prayer / hour for magic / freedom exists / a feast of friends
evants have the power dog-men & their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors i'm sick of dour faces starong at me from the t.v. tower, i want roses in my garden bower; dig? royal babies, rubies

the doors - severed garden
ts have the power dog, men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors i'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the t.v. tower i want roses in my garden bower, dig royal babies, rubies

exhumed - a song for the dead
verse a song to while away the long sojourn in the hearse yet all of us who danse macabre to these dour , dismal tunes become cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the tomb... in darkened dirges death's k

joanna newsom - clam, crab, cockle, cowrie
e this town well, just look around just see me serenaded hourly ! and celebrated sourly : dedicated dour ly waltzing with the open sea clam, crap, cockle, cowrie oh will you just look at me

joanna newsom - emily
ic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow and everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour the butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours and my clay-colored motherlessness rangily

master p - trust nobody
in the game that tried to shice me mama say boy you have no friends, ha i should have listened then dour niggaz rolled up with the ski-masks pointed the tech-nine out the window but they didn't blast when

novembre - venezia dismal
enigma carnival dancers in the black venezia dismal land countess dour , faceless in her mask a duel of silhouettes tonight a rondo rapture breaks the light as the gondo

oceans upon us - beneath skins
you do is drugged with depression and my new life, has nothing to do with you just take my hand ( dour contemplation) (

pansy division - wish i'd taken pictures
side but cynical turned bitchy clever turned to snide iwon't miss his sullen poses iwon't miss his dour veneer but i wish i'd taken pictures cause his beautiful face ain't here met up with a new guy with

patty griffin - half a person
a vacancy for a back-scrubber?" she was left behind, and sour and she wrote to me, equally dour she said : "in the days when you were hopelessly poor i just liked you more..." and

peter gabriel - shakin' the tree
released as youssou n'dour/peter gabriel single, 1989 and featured on the youssou n' dour album "the lion". we are shaking the tree... waiting your time, dreaming of a better l

sikth - when will the forest speak... ?
f a truck and an axe and a fall of a tree and a life and a planet so small sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone. let me know how you feel... you say it's too hot so you can take off your top a cl

the smiths - half a person
you have a vacancy for a back-scrubber?" she was left behind and sour and she wrote to me equally dour she said, "in the days when you were hopelessly poor, i just liked you more" and if you have five