Lyrics:
Far above the highest heavens
On a throne of crystal light
Dwells the God of all creation
Rays of wonder crown His might
Human voices blend with
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
the
Currents of his time
This is not a popular role
Yet in retrospect, we see how the artist's
Fidelity has strengthened
The fibre of our national life
If
We are human
After all
Much in common
After all
We are human
After all
Much in common
After all
We are human
After all
Much in common
hand
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist
We are human
After all
Much in common
After all
We are human
After all
Much in common
After all
We are human
After all
Much in common
That the artist's struggle for integrity is a kind of metaphor for the universal
And daily struggle for all human beings
On the face of this
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
the beauty in the tones of our skin
We've gotta come together
And thank the Maker of us all
[Chorus]
We're colored people, and we live in a tainted
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
and lone in my circus on the moon
I'm a perfect little foil for the
Prognosticators of doom
I'll bet you in a minute they'll be
Searching my room
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
will he?
And the two of you just walk through the door
You're a quick change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change
The make-up runnin' down my face
We're exiled from the human race
You're in the psy
You're in the psycho circus
You're in the psy
You're in the psycho
The make-up runnin' down my face
We're exiled from the human race.
You're in the psy
You're in the psycho circus
You're in the psy
You're in the psycho
no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns, can I get a witness? (Hell yeah)
Let's get
Linton Samuel Dawson
Lives in inner space
He hangs around with a circus troupe
Outside the human race
Linton Samuel Dawson
Has just reached 25
with such great artists
You know like, right in front of us
It's really honored and
Most importantly this award belongs to the every people all around
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
Infiltration of this music thing
Artist life artist life
And the gyal dem clean and the dawg dem always ready fi run in
Suupa lynching
A just the artist life
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