Lyrics:
When the light, begins to vanish from my eyes,
I can see, the rays of sun stroke the stone.
It makes me feel, like taken from the rush to climb,
move mountains with the smallest of stones
(I'll find my home)
I will decide my fate
Oh!
I'll find my home
I was blind sighted to peace always here with
I want the world to cover me in ivy
I want to find some peace beneath the waves
I want to blow like dust over the mountains
I want to go away
To be
playing infinite roulette
With castles glimmering in the hills, the forest eclipsed in the shade
The wind whistles, lifts like a ghost limb picking up
And though it’s not easy to find
My last request is to rest in that spot
On the last mountain I’ll ever climb
Ch)
Will anyone visit my grave (when I’m gone)
The road goes through the Blood Stone Canyon.
To the sunset he’s riding low.
The rocks reflect the horseshoes’ ringing.
And croaking songs of his
buoyancy
Some to sink like a stone
All of us sail this sea
Alone
So one wave goodbye
One wave hello
Watch the sand fall away
Where did the mountains go?
playing infinite roulette
With castles glimmering in the hills, the forest eclipsed in the shade
The wind whistles, lifts like a ghost limb picking up
ago they were so loose almost fell through, Dad
She stops, his legs are swollen like balloons
Sparrows and figure eights
Gray streets of dirty stone
every step as the blossoms reveal
In the old town (old town)
History whispers in every stone
By the lake we're cruisin' (oh we're movin')
Where the water
and drums
From where we're from
Just to show you show you how far we've come
It's like
Why kick dirt if we all can stay grounded?
Why throw stones if we
All
isnt easy as right and wrong
Either way ima fight like a patient already gone
Abouta come back to life yo doctor we goin home
Mountain moving it's
a crime
So “Get Behind Me Satan” was loved by Rolling Stone
Which leaves us with a cover: Kurt Cobain all alone.
Issue 897… check the cover.
solitude.
Sadness? It is a word too freely flung about
From the ignorant mouths of those who do not know
What it is like to be haunted by a freezing,
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your
ain't broke don't break it
Can't be rolling round aimless
Aim to make it let's face it
Stay dropping stuff
And watch it compounding
Keep going
by the book that's pain and regret
Only just got the ball rolling
Bro on my shoulder
He's saying it's me next
Do wrong it'll come back round
Get
like they were dead leaves through
Your ears I heard the mountain
Laugh, the banshee cry
The statue of Mohammed roll a dice to plastic
Buddah, screaming
our time has come
to accomplish the claim.
Climbing at the Mountain,
reaching for the sun,
searching for the Temple
where it all begun.
kissed by the dew,
All this is mine and heaven too.
I own each summer day, each mountain capped with snow,
The sentimental breeze, the dreamy streams
March along the plastic paths rock a respirator
No repeat see alligators cause it's now there is no later
Talking dangers rolling papers placing
through doors in large cities, rolling down busy highways,
Seeping into valleys and soaring over mountain tops.
Spreading the terrifying beauty of her
Cold I climb the hill of shattered hope
Stones beneath my feet crumble like the soul I've sold
Grace the fall from you was glorious in truth
I am
to keep the cash running,
You my official lady, no booin like mcgrady, don't do nobody favors,
Tell em fuck off and pay ya, thats what I love about you,
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