Wings of an Angel n°4 Écouter les 20 plus grand tubes Ajouter les 20 tubes à la playlistWings Of An Angel Fading Portrait Of A Love Lorn Artist Struggling With His Demons A Violent Awakening From Within Samadhi Wings Of An Angel Wings Of An Angel Fucking For Freedom Wings Of An Angel River Of Darkened Happiness Father Time My Sweet Darkness Faint Sunlight In Memory Of Those Who Haven't Survived Free Exploration Utopian Erotica Our Forgotten Infinity And The Absolute Zero The Moment Between Waking And Sleeping Healing In Body Experience As We Began To Float Away Poetry Of Nature's Most Hidden Secrets
Artistes Wings of an Angel Chansons 3251 à 3300 Les titres de Wings of an Angel (page 66) Toutes les chansons de Wings of an Angel : n°3251 à 3300 Écouter Ajouter 3251 Cd 2 - Disembodiment - Tap The Map To Find Your Mojo Drop Some Acid Onto the Candlelight When You're Unsure of Who's Who Amongst the Friends You've Proudly Left Behind 6:25 Écouter Ajouter 3252 Cd 2 - Disembodiment - Scared Of Mutual Endings Drop Some Acid Onto the Candlelight When You're Unsure of Who's Who Amongst the Friends You've Proudly Left Behind 8:17 Écouter Ajouter 3253 Cd 2 - Disembodiment - Howl Of Peace Drop Some Acid Onto the Candlelight When You're Unsure of Who's Who Amongst the Friends You've Proudly Left Behind 9:18 Écouter Ajouter 3254 In This Wilderness Of Blissed-Out Emptiness Staring Into What Space Has Become in an Age of Mathematized Mental Travel 10:00 Écouter Ajouter 3255 Take A Morning-After Pill Everyday To Protect Yourself From Evil Spirits Staring Into What Space Has Become in an Age of Mathematized Mental Travel 6:59 Écouter Ajouter 3256 Never Underestimate Somebody Who Chooses To Play Against The Odds Staring Into What Space Has Become in an Age of Mathematized Mental Travel 9:59 Écouter Ajouter 3257 Pull Your Strings To Let Me Win Staring Into What Space Has Become in an Age of Mathematized Mental Travel 8:30 Écouter Ajouter 3258 Ready To Dance With A Stranger Before Becoming Familiar One To The Other Staring Into What Space Has Become in an Age of Mathematized Mental Travel 7:00 Écouter Ajouter 3259 It's Not The End Of The World You May Have Envisioned Staring Into What Space Has Become in an Age of Mathematized Mental Travel 12:08 Écouter Ajouter 3260 Training Fireflies To Crawl And Climb Their Way Through My Brain By Praying That They'll Never Get Outside Again Staring Into What Space Has Become in an Age of Mathematized Mental Travel 7:47 Écouter Ajouter 3261 The Consecrated Potential Of Becoming Easily Transfixed Become an Ambassador of Metacognition, One Who Recognizes Depth Fields in Each Fraction of a Fragile Moment 8:04 Écouter Ajouter 3262 Easy To Be Misled To Certain Places That Reach Farther Than Expected Become an Ambassador of Metacognition, One Who Recognizes Depth Fields in Each Fraction of a Fragile Moment 9:57 Écouter Ajouter 3263 Enter My Harbor Of New Potential Beginnings Become an Ambassador of Metacognition, One Who Recognizes Depth Fields in Each Fraction of a Fragile Moment 9:05 Écouter Ajouter 3264 I Promise That Winter Won't Last Forever Become an Ambassador of Metacognition, One Who Recognizes Depth Fields in Each Fraction of a Fragile Moment 10:19 Écouter Ajouter 3265 I'm Part Of Everyone In Every Way Imaginable Become an Ambassador of Metacognition, One Who Recognizes Depth Fields in Each Fraction of a Fragile Moment 10:17 Écouter Ajouter 3266 Hide Your Anger Inside My Smile Become an Ambassador of Metacognition, One Who Recognizes Depth Fields in Each Fraction of a Fragile Moment 7:59 Écouter Ajouter 3267 Blinded By Chain Reactions Of Naughty Misfortunes My Tongue Is Your Language, but I Don't Like It When You Praise Me, 'Cause Too Much Can Make You Want Me, and Too Little Can Make You Forget Me 6:00 Écouter Ajouter 3268 Find A Life Outside My Body My Tongue Is Your Language, but I Don't Like It When You Praise Me, 'Cause Too Much Can Make You Want Me, and Too Little Can Make You Forget Me 5:00 Écouter Ajouter 3269 There Must Be A Place To Fill Its Empty Space My Tongue Is Your Language, but I Don't Like It When You Praise Me, 'Cause Too Much Can Make You Want Me, and Too Little Can Make You Forget Me 6:30 Écouter Ajouter 3270 Nostradamus Warned Us Not To Take The God Particle For Granted My Tongue Is Your Language, but I Don't Like It When You Praise Me, 'Cause Too Much Can Make You Want Me, and Too Little Can Make You Forget Me 6:44 Écouter Ajouter 3271 All That I Ask You Is The Secret To Fight Addiction Effectively My Tongue Is Your Language, but I Don't Like It When You Praise Me, 'Cause Too Much Can Make You Want Me, and Too Little Can Make You Forget Me 7:19 Écouter Ajouter 3272 Give Me A Heart That Knows How To Burn Like A Hookah My Tongue Is Your Language, but I Don't Like It When You Praise Me, 'Cause Too Much Can Make You Want Me, and Too Little Can Make You Forget Me 7:42 Écouter Ajouter 3273 A Look Back In Time Reveals Ourselves Swept Away Down The River My Tongue Is Your Language, but I Don't Like It When You Praise Me, 'Cause Too Much Can Make You Want Me, and Too Little Can Make You Forget Me 7:02 Écouter Ajouter 3274 Where The Angels Are Born, They Take Their Place By Fall, And The Ghosts, They Come By Moonlight To Take Your Soul Unknown States of Preordained Melodic Vulnerability 20:00 Écouter Ajouter 3275 I Hear The Wind Play In Your Hair And Through The Window The Light Shines So Fast That We Are Barely Sleeping Unknown States of Preordained Melodic Vulnerability 17:42 Écouter Ajouter 3276 The Choreography Of The Morning Paper Unknown States of Preordained Melodic Vulnerability 10:59 Écouter Ajouter 3277 Find The Reason You Lack To Be Truly Happy Unknown States of Preordained Melodic Vulnerability 6:23 Écouter Ajouter 3278 The Only Prayer I Know By Heart Is Echoing In The Distance When I Can't See The Road Ahead Unknown States of Preordained Melodic Vulnerability 21:21 Écouter Ajouter 3279 Moonbeams Will Fall On Our Diminishing Innocence In The Blazing Sun, As The Winds Are Young On The Shores Of Jordan I Can't Resist the Temptation of Apparent Sarcasm in My Art, Although I'm in Fact Somebody Entirely Different Than You Might Expect From My Pompous Hit-Or-Miss Titles; I'm the Cutest Soft Underbelly of the Masquerade Ball You Folks Underpaint With Heteronymous Identities 8:48 Écouter Ajouter 3280 You Don't Realize That You Are In Fact Your Prey's Own Prey I Can't Resist the Temptation of Apparent Sarcasm in My Art, Although I'm in Fact Somebody Entirely Different Than You Might Expect From My Pompous Hit-Or-Miss Titles; I'm the Cutest Soft Underbelly of the Masquerade Ball You Folks Underpaint With Heteronymous Identities 8:50 Écouter Ajouter 3281 Every Road I Take Leads Me Back To Tomorrow I Can't Resist the Temptation of Apparent Sarcasm in My Art, Although I'm in Fact Somebody Entirely Different Than You Might Expect From My Pompous Hit-Or-Miss Titles; I'm the Cutest Soft Underbelly of the Masquerade Ball You Folks Underpaint With Heteronymous Identities 8:55 Écouter Ajouter 3282 Selling All The Time I Have Left To My Inner Child I Can't Resist the Temptation of Apparent Sarcasm in My Art, Although I'm in Fact Somebody Entirely Different Than You Might Expect From My Pompous Hit-Or-Miss Titles; I'm the Cutest Soft Underbelly of the Masquerade Ball You Folks Underpaint With Heteronymous Identities 8:02 Écouter Ajouter 3283 Chained To My Bones, You're Gonna Keep Me Alive Forever I Can't Resist the Temptation of Apparent Sarcasm in My Art, Although I'm in Fact Somebody Entirely Different Than You Might Expect From My Pompous Hit-Or-Miss Titles; I'm the Cutest Soft Underbelly of the Masquerade Ball You Folks Underpaint With Heteronymous Identities 10:04 Écouter Ajouter 3284 The Artifacts Of Being Too Human The Artifacts of Being Too Human 73:12 Écouter Ajouter 3285 In The Darkness Of The Starry Night, You Wrap Me Tight, In A Cocoon Of Peace, Everything's Alright, No Stress, No Strain, No Troubles In Sight Manage Your Sleep Better 16:29 Écouter Ajouter 3286 Sleep, Oh Sleep, The Sweet Escape, A Time To Rest, To Heal, To Shape, Our Dreams And Thoughts, Our Worries Cease, As We Sink Into A World Of Peace Manage Your Sleep Better 10:17 Écouter Ajouter 3287 Soft Blankets Wrap Us, Pillow Divine, We Drift Away, A Peaceful Sign, Of Rest And Relaxation, A Calm Retreat, From The Chaos And Stress Of Our Daily Beat Manage Your Sleep Better 7:40 Écouter Ajouter 3288 For Some, Sleep Does Not Come Easy, They Toss And Turn, Their Minds Uneasy, They Count The Sheep, They Try To Relax, But Still They Wake, In A State Of Flux, I Long For Morning's Early Light To Break The Spell, And Banish The Demons Of Night Manage Your Sleep Better 5:30 Écouter Ajouter 3289 I Toss And Turn, I Try To Fight, But You Hold Me Tight, All Through The Night, Your Icy Grip, It Never Breaks, I Am Yours, For All It Takes Manage Your Sleep Better 13:46 Écouter Ajouter 3290 A Poet In Prison, Confined To His Cell, With Nothing To Inspire Him, He Fell Into A Well The End of Art Has Come, It Seems, No Longer Do We Feel the Fire in Our Dreams; We Look Upon the Canvas and See Only Empty Chance, a Bleak Void, a Lack of Glee; The Muse Has Fled, but Fear Not for All Is Not Lost, There Is Still a Spark to Find New Meanings in the Stories AIs Are Weaving for Us 10:14 Écouter Ajouter 3291 The Choirs Of Evil Sing Their Siren Song, Their Voices Deep And Dark, They Can't Go Wrong, Their Melodies Of Hatred Fill The Air, Their Lyrics Speak Of Wickedness Without A Care The End of Art Has Come, It Seems, No Longer Do We Feel the Fire in Our Dreams; We Look Upon the Canvas and See Only Empty Chance, a Bleak Void, a Lack of Glee; The Muse Has Fled, but Fear Not for All Is Not Lost, There Is Still a Spark to Find New Meanings in the Stories AIs Are Weaving for Us 11:21 Écouter Ajouter 3292 The Choirs Of Evil Sing Their Twisted Hymns, With Voices Cold And Dark As The Abyss, They Lure The Unsuspecting To Their Doom, With Melodies That Promise Power And Bloom The End of Art Has Come, It Seems, No Longer Do We Feel the Fire in Our Dreams; We Look Upon the Canvas and See Only Empty Chance, a Bleak Void, a Lack of Glee; The Muse Has Fled, but Fear Not for All Is Not Lost, There Is Still a Spark to Find New Meanings in the Stories AIs Are Weaving for Us 8:46 Écouter Ajouter 3293 For The Choirs Of Evil Will Never Win, In The Face Of Love, They'll Always Give In, So Let Their Singing Serve As A Warning Sign, To Stay True To What Is Good And Kind The End of Art Has Come, It Seems, No Longer Do We Feel the Fire in Our Dreams; We Look Upon the Canvas and See Only Empty Chance, a Bleak Void, a Lack of Glee; The Muse Has Fled, but Fear Not for All Is Not Lost, There Is Still a Spark to Find New Meanings in the Stories AIs Are Weaving for Us 12:14 Écouter Ajouter 3294 Beware, Oh Lonely Poet, Of The Vast Dangers That Lurk In The Night, For In These Bordels Of Sin And Vice, Your Soul And Your Heart May Pay The Price. The End of Art Has Come, It Seems, No Longer Do We Feel the Fire in Our Dreams; We Look Upon the Canvas and See Only Empty Chance, a Bleak Void, a Lack of Glee; The Muse Has Fled, but Fear Not for All Is Not Lost, There Is Still a Spark to Find New Meanings in the Stories AIs Are Weaving for Us 10:18 Écouter Ajouter 3295 I Take My Seat Among The Ghosts Of Poets, Painters, And The Wise, And Listen As The Stories Boast Of Genius That Never Dies In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Distant Shore, Where Madness and Delight Are All Grown 13:58 Écouter Ajouter 3296 We're Constantly Searching For Completion But It Always Feels Just Out Of Reach In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Distant Shore, Where Madness and Delight Are All Grown 15:29 Écouter Ajouter 3297 We're Forever Searching For More, A Never-Ending Cycle, A Constant Needing To Fill The Void That We Can't Ignore In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Distant Shore, Where Madness and Delight Are All Grown 13:15 Écouter Ajouter 3298 A Feeling Deep Within That Cuts Like A Knife, No Matter How Hard We Try, We Can't Deny There's Always Something Missing, Always Something Nigh In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Distant Shore, Where Madness and Delight Are All Grown 9:27 Écouter Ajouter 3299 We Long For Completion, A Sense Of Being Whole, But In This Life, It Seems We Always Play A Role In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Distant Shore, Where Madness and Delight Are All Grown 8:02 Écouter Ajouter 3300 We Play A Role In A Grand Scheme That's Larger Than Ourselves, A Story That's Written By The Hands Of Fate; We May Struggle And Fight For Control, But In The End, We're All Just Pawns In This Great Debate In Surreal Dreams, I Wander Through the Night, to Places Beyond the Realm of Mortal Light; Where Time, Space & Reason Take Flight, and All That Was, Becomes What It Is Not; I Speak in Tongues That Are Not Quite My Own, and Hear the Whispers of a Distant Shore, Where Madness and Delight Are All Grown 9:59