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and I jerked him to his feet There was something cold and shiny layin' by my head So I started to believe the things he said Well, my poet days are
stamping -- their warm breath clouding In the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
it's not what I've heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets And one day you'll come down To find yourself in a provincial town, now But it's
And then one day the poet suddenly did die. But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhymes And through some strange transaction One was
stamping, their warm breath clouding In the sharp and frosty morning of the day And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
riding 'round Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that
Vj's and poet's and these days I'm making records letting everyone know it My city on the attack and we will never go back And yes I'm playing every
The bankers, the poets, the modern day seers Clouding an issue that was never quite clear Sent through the ages of boy to man The living testament of making
One day, one poet That I met Truly believed in beauty of reality. Unfortunately He bumped into An old lady Bitch, corrupted witch. (refrain) How can
And ah sha, sha, sha, sha, whoa, whoa So much it's close enough for rock 'n roll Shoulda told me the world was gonna tie me back a sweater Poets from
survive Apocalyptic days of now, Poets gone wild on the muse Prophets all destroying the Tao, When you see that honking antelope, The secret dance
will survive Apocalyptic days of now, Poets gone wild on the muse Prophets all destroying the Tao, When you see that honking antelope, The secret
will survive Apocalyptic days of now, Poets gone wild on the muse Prophets all destroying the Tao, When you see that honking antelope, The secret
I'm a modern day poet in my head but you won't hear what I have to say You're acting like you don't know me no more and all my words just get in
the road less traveled by Leave the city of fools Turn every poet loose Howl, seven days to the wolves Where will we be when they come? Seven days
the road less traveled by Leave the city of fools Turn every poet loose Howl, seven days to the wolves Where will we be when they come? Seven days
to a modern day poet fraud But I met God in a velvet Elvis painting that I painted myself In a bar where I was pulling off the bottom shelf When I had
of tragedy. The souls of heaven Are stars at night. They will guide us on our way, Until we meet again Another day. When a poet sings the song and all
Young philosophers and poets they would drown the day and warm the night They wont say goodbye Like you know I would Ya, you know I would They won't
Young philosophers and poets they would drown the day and warm the night They wont say goodbye Like you know I would Ya, you know I would They won't
Young philosophers and poets they would drown the day and warm the night They wont say goodbye Like you know I would Ya, you know I would They won't
In a bar in downtown Dale an old man tells a tale He screams of a day of poets where the streets are ours not theirs He screams piss on everything
The memory of past bliss Is the anguish of today The poets ponder piningly Upon the ancient days Blissful days When blue rivers ran undammed Between hills
surprised Jail really cuts ya down to size Let the punishment fit the crime The footprints on the sand of time The philosophy of the poet's rhyme Makes
