"My name is Alex. I make mashups under the name of Hawkins."
Hawkins… Read Full Bio ↴"My name is Alex. I make mashups under the name of Hawkins."
Hawkins is a student from St. Paul, MN that makes mash-ups in his free time. He has recently received a lot of traffic based on his "Jesus Christ Walks" Brand New vs. Kanye West mash-up. His website contains many of his creations.
Official Website:
http://hawkinsmashups.tumblr.com/
http://hawkinsmashups.blogspot.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hawkins-Mashups/176807695669194
Hawkins… Read Full Bio ↴"My name is Alex. I make mashups under the name of Hawkins."
Hawkins is a student from St. Paul, MN that makes mash-ups in his free time. He has recently received a lot of traffic based on his "Jesus Christ Walks" Brand New vs. Kanye West mash-up. His website contains many of his creations.
Official Website:
http://hawkinsmashups.tumblr.com/
http://hawkinsmashups.blogspot.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hawkins-Mashups/176807695669194
Rumours
Hawkins Lyrics
Saints or defectors all this conjecture can't make a lover stay
Are we the true ones or just the new ones only the years can say
But the hour's whispering true and the day's conspiring, too
Toward the years that I've promised to you
Scandal-sheet makers, lowly muckrakers, cowardly comrades
Rumours and whispers, murmuring sisters, work made for idle hands
They can ring shrill sniper's alarms but they can't tear you from my arms
It's this will, this desire that disarms
All things hidden in the word "discreet"
Intuition of the night I'd meet your body in the sheets
And those three little words and those glimpses of curves
And the almost unbearable heat
Always remember June or December carries within its womb
These intimate wishes conceived between kisses to be born in your grey-lit room
Wishes lost like pebbles down wells if they're left to fend for themselves
Without faith, without passionate plan
Without breath between sheltering hands
Bracing limbs entwined in the sheets, pressing lips in the snow-covered streets
Hungry hands and a traveler's heart
Held entranced from the end to the start
'Til it feels like it's always been this
Infinite, all-encompassing kiss
Just we two in the whisperingness
Are we the true ones or just the new ones only the years can say
But the hour's whispering true and the day's conspiring, too
Toward the years that I've promised to you
Scandal-sheet makers, lowly muckrakers, cowardly comrades
Rumours and whispers, murmuring sisters, work made for idle hands
They can ring shrill sniper's alarms but they can't tear you from my arms
It's this will, this desire that disarms
Intuition of the night I'd meet your body in the sheets
And those three little words and those glimpses of curves
And the almost unbearable heat
Always remember June or December carries within its womb
These intimate wishes conceived between kisses to be born in your grey-lit room
Wishes lost like pebbles down wells if they're left to fend for themselves
Without faith, without passionate plan
Without breath between sheltering hands
Bracing limbs entwined in the sheets, pressing lips in the snow-covered streets
Hungry hands and a traveler's heart
Held entranced from the end to the start
'Til it feels like it's always been this
Infinite, all-encompassing kiss
Just we two in the whisperingness
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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Stephen Oneill
What a sad loss, taylor was a fantastic drummer and a genuinely nice person, my heart goes out to his family and bandmates, rip Taylor. ❤
Len Suber
Amen on that🙏🙏
DigiMoney Promo
Vaccinated
Grete Bremseth
@DigiMoney Promo What a stupid and insesetive comment!
michelle ocampo
@Grete Bremseth Truth!
hyenaswine
Grohl has killed yet another bandmate.
Margaret Clark ...... AKA Marmamot
I’m in shock. Taylor was so full of life, so vibrant. How can he be gone.
My thoughts are with his wife and children.
The Batman (NOT Bruce Wayne)
@starryvonne I agree.
Dan Yeetus
@starryvonne Lost
Cylocke
drug relapse