Lyrics:
cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moon boys, the Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
And if the Devil may be here
But he
cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moon boys, the Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
And if the Devil may be here
But he
cannot be found today
And it was stalking time for the moon boys, the Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
And if the Devil may be here
But he
time was comin', my time was now, now
And they say, "Ooh, there go the youngin'," yeah, yeah
Make way for him, yeah, yeah
They say, "Ooh, there go
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
We're both lost in time
I'm always in flux, flux, flux
Feels like I'm in flux, flux, flux
Feels like I'm in flux
It all looks so crisp
Like it's edited
world after all
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
world after all
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
for the great leap forward
Jumble sales are organized
And pamphlets have been posted
Even after closing time there's still parties to be hosted
a pavilion
Three times for the beat when I killed it
Four times for my bro's in the building
I wanna be the dude when I'm older who gets looked up to by all
you're walking but body under influence
Inflicted by prescription & lust, love
Seen civilian push past pavilion
Was observing you from distance,
for the great leap forward
Jumble sales are organized
And pamphlets have been posted
Even after closing time there's still parties to be hosted
dreaming of
As time goes drifting by
The willow bends and so do I
But all my friends, whatever sky above
I've known a time for spring, a time for
still frowns at all who pass her by
And the Mrs. Tumbler with her nose in every pie
And the old pavilion where the men in white still play
At Dingley's
but most of all
A time for love
As time goes drifting by
The willow bends and so do I
But oh my friends, whatever sky above
I've known a time
Flux
Life is a metaphor
I hear the songbirds sing
I cast a wide net
When I go fishing
Imitators are all we are
Like light rays bouncing from star
Flux
Life is a metaphor
I hear the songbirds sing
I cast a wide net
When I go fishing
Imitators are all we are
Like light rays bouncing from star
four ways
My pavilion, Saint-Tropez, yeah, alright
Why is it so hard for you to cry when we rich?
I put the sideline in front 'cause I can't argue
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
of
As time goes drifting by
The willow bends and so do I
But all my friends whatever skies above
I know a time for spring
A time for fall
But best of all
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
trappin'
I'm ain't ever gonna stop
Know my circus never can
Learned that old school
Served by Flux Pavilion
Headbangers broken rails and expectations
the equation
It's all elemental
The world is restless
Heaven in flux
Angels appear
From the bright storm
Out of the shadows
Up there, down there
of
As time goes drifting by
The willow bends and so do I
But all my friends whatever skies above
I know a time for spring
A time for fall
But best of all
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