Lyrics:
libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with
libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with
Outside the chamber
into an interminable passageway
down a flight of stairs
into the library lounge
the other labyrinth
a timepiece in the hall
complain - thinking of their resentments?
It's Memorial Day - It's Memorial Day
A chopper flies over - but they don't shoot
No bombs bursting with fear -
round here somewhere
And the John F. Kennedy Memorial Library’s right over there -----
At the bottom of the stairs --- Move it
From under Fourth Street
John S. Hall floats up the light river over the living room
Into the half-eaten ear of a perennial lush
Every day
I quaked
And a little crowd gathered to watch you pick yourself up
Joining the queue at the video library
To watch ninety five minutes of simulated torture
(Verse 1) In the crowded lecture halls, we found our place, Strangers turned companions, bound by shared space. Late-night study sessions,
Walk across the courtyard, towards the library
I can hear the insects buzz and the leaves 'neath my feet
Ramble up the stairwell, into the hall
A memorial in this endless game
Forever here your legacy
We laughed we fought we shared the lore
Explored new worlds forever more
Your laughter echoes in
spend forever hating
Eternal postulation
Locked within the halls of damnation
Falling through an endless library
Eternal knowledge now unburied
Can't
And these are the drawings and his library card
And this is the cow
See it all
In the Hall of Sadness
Please don't miss
The Exhibit of Madness
As legend
a better planet for you and me
For you
For you and me
For you and me
For you and me
Cast shadows over the 20s
In the library’s now silent halls
Accepting
'uhhh' that gets me over the humps.
So I stroll them all down library halls, searching for a women that has it all.
A representation of an African
the betting shops.
Everybody’s on drugs
On Drugs x5
Whadda you know? X3
Whadda you on? X3
In the portaloo’s, the bingo halls and the beer gardens.
Learning from the Children, I went to and fro, seeking the knowledge that no others know
I walked through their halls, the library and the Ruins,
I linger
I lose my way in halls of silence
This mirthless confinement
The unjust and dark
You sing slowly
In my heart
The book lies open in
out of the hall
Trying to keep my dignity
The people who know me have sympathetic eyes
People who don't
Probably think I am drunk
cfter one and a half
the deadly gamma ray
And there ain't no guest list tonight at the Memorial Hall
Cher got in cos she's so thin
And even Evil Knievel tried to wheedle
No,
Runnin through the halls
Scared for their fucking lives
Grip the AK and stab em
With my fucking bowe knife
I wanna be like Eric Harris
Shoot em
sheets, in three and a half years I ingested over a thousand books
Almost all from the school or local Myrtle Beach Public Library
There was one other
Bitter tea
I've got a special category business
Down by the multifunctional Dr. Sun yat-sen memorial rollerblade rink
Down by the home of bitter tea
The Unsung hero
Left my cape at the crib
Stop feeling lies to me
It ain't what it is
This the other side, feel me
Mother's cry, another library
Her son booked.
No more clatter, silence the idle chatter
We rise, we climb, 'cause thoughts do matter
Pages turn, the hidden I learn
In the library's corner, where
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