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Hit! Hit! Hit! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · At Abbey Road 1963-1966/At Abbey Road 1966-1970/At Abbey Road 1973-1989 (The Hollies) · At Abbey Road 1963-1966/At Abbey Road 1966-1970/At Abbey Road 1973-1989 (The Hollies) · Under the Surface (Marit Larsen) · Underneath the Surface (Syx) · On the Surface (Abraham) · Surface (Surface) · Underneath the Surface (Prime STH) · Scratch the Surface (Sick of It All) · Life Too, Has Surface Noise: The Complete Dandelion Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »
A terrible signal Too weak to even recognize A gentle collapsing The removal of the insides I'm touched by your pleas I value these moments
to remember The center is missing They question how the future lies In someone's eyes The gentle collapsing Of every surface We travel on the quiet road
are best expressed by nature Like the song of a sun We split our roads in a race to power Like we split the atom Is it only love that you favor?
And supremacists Touch the surface With their racist hatred. That glues eyelids. Those with politics All polite on tricks Cripple the masses on the road to riches.
Snow in a soulless city covers up the cracks in the road As a wastrel buys her cigarettes and wipes her pretty nose Like a part-time Elvis
When I set out, this was just a track Now it's a rocky road I left so fast I didn't even pack I just hit this rocky road The flint and shell is
You do what you can This is what they believe [Chorus] Road mutants crushing all They rise while others fall Laughing in your faces They smell
the night will let me follow Headlights open road See em all fly right by In sepia tone, the entire sky I'm driving on the lines I used to follow Oh,
the one who blocks the door When the tax collecter comes by The tour hits the road, he spends his day (Big fat road manager) At an all-you-can-eat buffet
of the ocean, well the dead Do rise You need proof I got proof at the surface you can watch 'Em float by Way in back of the room, there sits a cage Inside
I left by the back door With my wife's lover's smoking gun I don't know what I was hoping for I hit the road at a run I was your lover I was
the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist On the road Everyday is when I can't get used to it
tears hit the surface I saw what had been done I gave feet to my freedom And I did run Someday later I saw the writing in the dust It told me how I
my heart didn't know Was all roads lead to you Headed east on an Amtrak train I hit the city in the pourin' rain I never thought I'd be callin'
the damages all've been done Our love is gone forever cause you're a hit and run. Yes, by accident I love you butr you're a hit and run
And walk along the pier Then I slip and hit my head Now's the time to fear I see the surface, see the rocks See my past fly swiftly by I feel the water in
Somebody hit me hard Right in my own backyard Somebody put a hope lock on my heart Runnin' down your back roads Tennessee Oh you got the banjos
materializin through the speaker Comin to the surface - eureka The final stage of a cycle movin at such high speed That by the time it's perceived It's already
By now... by now we've cut our teeth on concrete Faced the bruising road he said "tonight I'll send you home." Threads like us we're taut Stretched
Zoom in to what turns me on A maiden in my liquid form Brewing in the deepest of cauldrons Baffled by the absence of sun Grace and I had no
While Dave, the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist On the road Everyday is when I can't get used
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise We rode along the linear scaffold To a fertile sidetrack Not yet been tamed By urban architecture
Life changes like the weather You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here So I drive (Drive, drive) Watching white lines passing by With
the weather You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here So I drive (drive drive) Watching white lines passing by My plastic dashboard Jesus
to rhyme We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by We won't be leaving by the same road