I swarm deserted away, like glass...Warm, and as fevers,I am as flame.I am death...For I, I weave our blasphemies...Wicthes painted me,Like the mysteries created me...Like where the poets breathe,I were woven into blasphemies.
Nobody`s Home / Deep Purple
If I Was Your Man / Joan Osborne
Wanna Do You Right / K-ci & Jojo
Scarlet Flowerfields / Vanden Plas
There You Are / Charlie Landsborough
Sixer / Strangelove
Love Song Fr Inge / Various
Whats More / De La Soul
Everything You Do / M2M
Christmas / Who, The
All I Want / violent femmes
