Lyrics:
our way of thinking.
We escape from reality,
But to the chain, we add another link.
What's holding us back,
From serving the one who set us free?
We
representation
We will not pay a toll in blood
The old men were sitting on top of the hill
While the younger
Ushered a place for both down by the creek
evil frowns
All those churchly men
Murder's Angels sent
Down by jealous heaven
God is good and God is great
Our King is just and in need
Your debts
dreams in a rollaway bed
Writing down your memoirs on some window in the frost
Roulette eyes reflecting another morning lost
Hauled in by the metro for
see the top they'll knock you down
But wipe your tears and get ready for another round
Stick to your original plan
Even if they don't understand
Cos
of her head while she's asleep: Find home, again.
I caught her running down by the stream.
With all types of creatures she'd never see
in The City she
of existence
I'm watching from a distance
Where many people've gone before
Walls are tumbling down
Mankind's on the run
A higher force has taken over
towers crumbling down
The pulse is fading
The axe is falling
Another tragedy unfolds
The moral standard
The status quote
The carcasses of millions
If money grew on hackberry trees
If time wasn't such a luxury
If love was lovesick over me
That'd be alright
If I could keep the wind in my
If money grew on hackberry trees
If time wasn't such a luxury
If love was lovesick over me
That'd be alright
If I could keep the wind in my
it by yourself, tonight.
So many years have passed,
You shared so many hours
Expensive ones, you've never cared
And now she's gone without
Gonna push it to the limit
Fly like a bird
Tale a one-way ticket
Into another world
Got to be close to the edge
Makes you feel alive
The adrenalin
of arising souls
In ritual macabre
Drag you down infuse your mind
By blade or poisoned barb
Painted skulls
Painted skulls
The festival end now they sleep
don't miss now
You're on a bus
Don't notice the miles
And months fly by
To the rest of us
You're living
The highest kind of life
I know
(by Bob Marley)
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
And turns to set the mirror, gently, face down by the stove
She gathers up her apron in her hand
Pours a cup of coffee, drips Carnation from the can
Tailgate Trombone Bob
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"
What's that big belled instrument?
That sounds like
they can make more profits
Instead of disposing waste properly
They cut their costs and dump it in the sea
I went down to the beach
So I find you there again
Shipwrecked on the back step
And laughing
And talking to the screen in your minds eye
Another restless daydream
That
Love is not the answer to everything
Ask the ice-cream van driver down on Madison
He's getting tipped by fathers on weekends
But can't afford no Pipe
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