Lyrics:
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge
STATUE OF LIBERTY
WRITER GLENN SHORROCK
Give me your hungry, give me your tired, give me your homeless, give me your wanderers, Statue of Liberty,
The velvet of the night
Worn by wolves the day does not invite
To see, to witness, to believe
The current of grief at the loner's reef
This heartfelt
knows to quit
Better than the ones you get
Those who want your looks and fame
But love that never feels the same
Are you a wanderer
Do you have a home
My
Space Wanderer
What a beautiful world
Nature harmony
Built from matter and light
What a beautiful world
Space wanderer
Follow the light
Young Johnny Jonesy had a cute little boat
And all the girlies
He would take for a float
He had girlies on the shore
Sweet little peaches by
"And now for something completely different"
Hey!, Fuck you we crush crews the oar way
I'm, Sicker then using period blood for war paint
Fans
Come all you mourners
Shed a tear for me
It's been several weeks
Still I am lost at sea
Not an oar to row me home with
Nor a sail to blow some hope
Like melismas
Music and lyrics by Benedicte Torget
I am far away from home
with my friend
we are in the old town
and there's a deep sigh
They haunt me, scare me, taunt me, dare me
Wondering wanderer going
Nowhere but everywhere
Here lies the quest of time
Keep your head up, you'll be fine
bein' paved by Lego, so why don't you let go of notions and enjoy the show?
Did what I say just brain ya, did it Bane ya? My angle is lineal, doin' my
Halted by the scent of sentient bacon on two legs
Paranormal pansophy or simply through a cam lens?
Off our Amish tech and returned to circuitry
wanderer
You don't have a gypsy soul
You're a pioneer in a peddler's clothes
Oh wanderer
You don't have a gypsy soul
You might be lost now but you have
I was a wanderer then
Holding my tongue, drinking cheap wine
Thinking anybody can make it
I think I was waiting on some lover or a stranger
I was born by the river
It smells just like this place
Like rotten, like hell
But you don't notice bad smell
'Cause your nose misunderstand it
I'm
to the butchers we're just meat
I guess we're best left in a drawer
So the lions can eat some more
Thinking I could row you down
We'll use our hands for oars
Show
lest you wind up dead
In the cold embrace of a watery grave
Boats down oars in the water Boats down off through the sea
Boats down singing to my fair
Three sisters
Came to me last night
Last night
They said, "There's a boat
On the shore
A gas lantern and one oar
For your trip
Go home
lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"
On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
We come
Standing by a riverside
A river so deep and so wide
Current's too strong for only one man
I know because I tried
I got eight oars -
four
the merry dance no more
Trampled the evening river-buds by Nile's embroidered shore,
That day the gonfalons were down, the silver lamps untrimmed,
Sad
it without you
Here by my side
We sailed between
Each waveline
Your oars pulled away
Behind mine
Turbulence tries it's way
But I know together we'll
My mother told me
Someday I would buy
Galleys with good oars
Sails to distant shores
Stand up high in the prow
Noble barque I steer
Steady course for
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