Song | Sweet Angeline - Live |
Artist | Mott the Hoople |
Album | Live |
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[00:03.77] | Artist:mott the hoople |
[00:05.45] | Songs Title:sweet angeline |
[00:08.13] | |
[00:18.00] | Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting |
[00:25.11] | And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing |
[00:31.22] | Imaginations hidden book, you wrote it on the wing |
[00:37.65] | And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything |
[00:49.02] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[00:53.33] | My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen |
[01:07.62] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[01:20.61] | Well your body it is broken in so many different ways |
[01:27.73] | And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze. |
[01:35.49] | Your blood flows like the finest juice - the kiss of burgundy |
[01:42.80] | And where it comes from no one knows, but where its going I cant see |
[01:51.98] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[01:57.52] | My sweet angeline - (yknow) you have rendered me unseen |
[02:09.75] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[02:14.81] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[02:22.79] | |
[02:59.37] | You little angeline - you have rendered me unseen |
[03:12.85] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[03:23.22] | |
[03:26.91] | And your crystal-coloured cardboard bins - attack me from the paint |
[03:32.90] | And I think that I am getting lost among the swollen states |
[03:38.51] | Oh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you do |
[03:47.59] | There is just one thing that I want to say am I really you |
[03:56.31] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[04:03.24] | My sweet angeline - you have rendered me unseen |
[04:11.79] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[00:03.77] | Artist: mott the hoople |
[00:05.45] | Songs Title: sweet angeline |
[00:08.13] | |
[00:18.00] | Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting |
[00:25.11] | And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing |
[00:31.22] | Imaginations hidden book, you wrote it on the wing |
[00:37.65] | And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything |
[00:49.02] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[00:53.33] | My sweet angeline you have rendered me unseen |
[01:07.62] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[01:20.61] | Well your body it is broken in so many different ways |
[01:27.73] | And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze. |
[01:35.49] | Your blood flows like the finest juice the kiss of burgundy |
[01:42.80] | And where it comes from no one knows, but where its going I cant see |
[01:51.98] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[01:57.52] | My sweet angeline yknow you have rendered me unseen |
[02:09.75] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[02:14.81] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[02:22.79] | |
[02:59.37] | You little angeline you have rendered me unseen |
[03:12.85] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[03:23.22] | |
[03:26.91] | And your crystalcoloured cardboard bins attack me from the paint |
[03:32.90] | And I think that I am getting lost among the swollen states |
[03:38.51] | Oh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you do |
[03:47.59] | There is just one thing that I want to say am I really you |
[03:56.31] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[04:03.24] | My sweet angeline you have rendered me unseen |
[04:11.79] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[00:03.77] | Artist: mott the hoople |
[00:05.45] | Songs Title: sweet angeline |
[00:08.13] | |
[00:18.00] | Oh angeline, I love you, your mouth is like a sting |
[00:25.11] | And when I close my eyes each night, I often hear you sing |
[00:31.22] | Imaginations hidden book, you wrote it on the wing |
[00:37.65] | And when I vowed to comfort you, well you swallowed everything |
[00:49.02] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[00:53.33] | My sweet angeline you have rendered me unseen |
[01:07.62] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[01:20.61] | Well your body it is broken in so many different ways |
[01:27.73] | And when I stoop to find your head, well it disappeared in haze. |
[01:35.49] | Your blood flows like the finest juice the kiss of burgundy |
[01:42.80] | And where it comes from no one knows, but where its going I cant see |
[01:51.98] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[01:57.52] | My sweet angeline yknow you have rendered me unseen |
[02:09.75] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[02:14.81] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[02:22.79] | |
[02:59.37] | You little angeline you have rendered me unseen |
[03:12.85] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |
[03:23.22] | |
[03:26.91] | And your crystalcoloured cardboard bins attack me from the paint |
[03:32.90] | And I think that I am getting lost among the swollen states |
[03:38.51] | Oh rescue me or bury me, for I care not what you do |
[03:47.59] | There is just one thing that I want to say am I really you |
[03:56.31] | Angeline, oh my angeline |
[04:03.24] | My sweet angeline you have rendered me unseen |
[04:11.79] | I would cry a million smiles for my indian city queen |