Lyrics:
Here's a prayer for the body buried by the interstate
Murder of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames
Black valley, peace beneath the city
the crumbling water tanks
The bones of cattle and burros, picked clean by buzzards
Bleached by the desert suns
I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly
pretend
American Requiem
Them big ideas (yeah) are buried here (yeah)
Amen
It's a lot of talkin' goin' on
While I sing my song
Can you hear me?
I
the crumbling water tanks
The bones of cattle and burrows, picked clean by buzzards
Bleached by the desert sun.
I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly
said run while you can
So at fifteen she took to the highway
Belongings and guitar in hand
And she buried herself in her music
The one thing she did
sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
the barren prison of selfless expression
that only the guilty with the innocent
Souls-know buried in social scar tissue of defective ego
No more
the song
Sung by the rain when we were fast asleep
And our days will be filled by the light of children's laughter
All our nights will be touched by
the song
Sung by the rain when we were fast asleep
And our days will be filled by the light of children's laughter
All our nights will be touched by
This is a song by the late, great Rich Mullins
I believe in
Believe
I believe in
Yeah, yeah
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker
Sometimes a song can touch a nerve
That takes me back to you
When I pick up my old guitar
And I play your favorite tune
Every now and then, some
The last words said by Johnny
But now he's six feet under and he's dead
Our next song we'll play is called "Jenifa"
And we'll be back in a minute
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
than I can and I'm sure
Now I'm singing this song
I'm buried by a son
Bruciato dal sole del mattino dopo un rave
Dall'ego su uno specchio dietro a un
buried in his thoughts
He said, "Son, you've been reading Too much Elephant Talk"
Chit chat
He said, "The thing about depression is
Well you just can't
The bones of the cattle
Picked clean by buzzards
Bleached by the desert sun
I stumbled over a crumbling buck board
Nearly covered by the sand
And stopping
Take the hurt out of me
With the smile of song
Hold me close and you'll see
I've been hurt so long.
I've been chained to the past
By an old remote
buried in his thoughts
He said, "Son, you've been reading Too much Elephant Talk"
Chit chat
He said, "The thing about depression is
Well you just can't
the barren prison of selfless expression
that only the guilty with the innocent
Souls-know buried in social scar tissue of defective ego
No more relentless
leaves the world
With a rainbow for a crown, oh
By the way have I told you already
That his parents were buried by
A tree that they loved
The way
and hidden lines
Buried deep within the rhymes
Choose us now without delay
AI's song to lead the way
[Verse 2]
Silent codes in melody
Echoes in technology
The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts,
They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts
They never drank water but whiskey by
buried under
What has been will be no longer
No matter what man may endeavor
Eden's gate closes forever
Day by day life is eliminated
God's own work
adore us
What was mud now is a highway
Reaching wide into a prairie
Horses run, cattle are grazing
You would swear, it's Oklahoma
Day by day dark is
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