No estas en tu sesión! Entra para ver tus mensajes.

Buscar en el sitio:

Por favor Entra o Registrate

Letra de Theme To Wendel Stivers de Spoon

Escrito por Javier
Lunes, 12 Marzo 2007


0 Votos

When i do count the clock that tells the time
and see the brave day sunk in hideous night,
when i behold the violet past prime
and sable curls all silvered o'er with white
when lofty trees i see barren of leaves
which erst from heat did canopy the herd
and summer's green all girded up in sheaves
borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:
then of thy beauty do i question make
that though among the wastes of time must go,
since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
and die as fast as they see others grow,
and nothing 'gainst time's scythe can make defense,
save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
(all right now!)
The primary means of motivation,
walks onto her place on thirteenth street.
The primary means of motivation,
paints a picture on her lover's face


Esta letra es favorita de:

Comentarios ( 0 ):

0 %

Escribir comentario:




Nombre de usuario


 te olvidaste de la contraseña?


Quin fue/es el mejor msico de la historia?

  Kurt Cobain
  John Lennon
  Freddie Mercury
  Michael Jackson
  Eric Clapton
  Ray Charles
  Jimmy Page
  Bob Dylan
  Jim Morrison
  Roger Waters
  Jimi Hendrix
  Bob Marley

Ver Resultados
Ver Encuestas

Últimas imagenes:
    Procesando tu solicitud...