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Collective Soul (Collective Soul) · Collective Soul (Collective Soul) · Collective Soul [2009] (Collective Soul) · 7even Year Itch: Collective Soul's Greatest Hits 1994-2001 (Collective Soul) · Rhino Hi-Five: Collective Soul (Collective Soul) · Blues Collective (T-Bone Walker) · Artist's Collective 0001 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Collective Works (Boston Common) · Artswest: The Vocal Jazz Collective (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Collective Demise (Salem) – and 90 other albums »


to the ground
Inside the page lies the power

We've turned it all around, celebration
Words have control
To take away your heart and then your soul

You'll
will we find, when we all will die?

Collective, this is commander ziltoid the omniscient reporting
Greetings, ziltoid what is that strange
working class poet with an abstract look
So take me up to the edge of the world
And push me over again
Lead me up to the edge of the world
There comes
ground
Throw your hands up
An' if you got soul
Let me see your hands up
If you got bass in your jeep
Throw your hands up
An' if your not down with
Straight from the middle right up to the top
Eat or be eaten by the cream of the crop
A smell of burning way down in your soul
When you taught
23 houres - banged up day and night
Beatings - given out left and right
By the screws who want to put you down
Degradation - they rub your face in
this
When you're all I wake up for each day?

Baby, you're my soul and my heart's inspiration
You're all I've got to get me by
You're my soul and my
to you
Blinded by choices hypocrites won't see

But enough about the collective Judas 
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
Your little
have the fire and the cross
don't save your soul it's sour loss
collective soul, collective well

The new wine is dying on the vine
how much must you age
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York City
Yeah, turn this shit up
It's Quality music
You know
by liquid glass
Modulation tunes reveal
All your tears unleashed

All souls wrapped in plastic and wonder how
It must hurt to see all the fears
To hard to say them

Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone to find my soul desire to go home

Up, down,
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see

But enough about the collective Judas
Who could deny you were the one
Who illuminated your little piece
oceans of unknowable emotions

[Chorus]

Just before the end a great efflorescence
A plead to the will of the sea
A great soul collective
Painters
Cold earth
Blackened souls blessed by etenity
Dwelling under unholy ground
Forbidden thoughts and dreams
Provided by strong storms
Of bold
of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well

He
heard
To hard to say them

Up, down, turn around; please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight I think I walk alone to find my soul desire to go home
to have done.
Burn up the clouds, block out the sun.
My hope is in one they can't bring down.
My soul is in hallowed ground.

I see the fear, it's
Rachell - mandolin
Recorded: Memphis May 30st 1930 # 62547-2
Victor #62547-2
Album: The Legendary 1928-1930 Recordings
Gus Cannon And His Jug Stompers
school house was full, and they would come.
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single;
Their autographs were the only things free.
But
the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin' himself

I've been diggin' the ground
Through
chain the cell 
And the rain's too plain to tell 
All alone by a barren well 
The scarecrow's only scarin' himself 

I've been diggin' the ground
Well that's when I feel the way that I was born to in my soul
When I'm walking all around
Just watching my shoes the way they're picking up and down
for higher ground

Be strong, and fight on
But by all means, keeeeeeeeeeep moving

[Missy] I'm a witness (I'm a witness) for Jesus (nobody but
There's no one left
And the snow is falling

Down, on the ground
It's where I'm bound
To end up by morning, down

Just lay down beside of me
You know what I