Lyrics:
Coming down the stairs was someone looking for someone
Clashing into people who all appear to me
As dark and swaying silhouettes like treetrunks in
there in state
Another day, another manufactured crisis keeping the people distracted
There's no one playing by the rules anymore, how will history
green.
I'm with you once more under the stars,
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
It's such a tired game
Will it ever stop?
How will this all play out
Of sight, out of mind now
By now, we should know how to communicate
Bus stop, wet day
She's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stops, bus goes
She stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer
a memory evergreen
I'm with you once more, I'm with you under the stars, under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even
a memory evergreen
I'm with you once more, I'm with you under the stars, under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
a memory evergreen
I'm with you once more, I'm with you under the stars, under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even
that, know that it's gold"
"Stick with me and your story will forever be told by many people"
So many people
So many people
So many people
So many
Birds fly up as I pull into town
Desert storm as the sun goes down
Park the bike on holy ground
Temple by the store
Temple priests are pretty
evergreen.
I'm with you once more under the stars,
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
I sit here surrounded by people and lights
Alone with my drink at the bar
You've been here forever, so clear in my mind
I just don't know where you
beautiful city
Has been under attack
By our egos and logic
That we once thought we had
And oh oh people are dying
People are dying
And still people are dying
feeling's not mine
I came by her place once before
Thought I would go for a ride
I saw through the screen on the door
How her old mama cried
She
Yes,
Us people are just poems
We're ninety percent metaphor
With a leanness of meaning
Approaching hyper-distillation
And once upon a time
this feeling's not mine
I came by her place once before
Thought I would go for a ride
I saw through the screen on the door how
Her old mama
upstairs to lie there
Waiting for the floor to creak and
And something goes bumpity bumpity bump up the stairs
The time has come to wonder
Who the people
down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
Out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) We'll be havin' some fun
(Under the boardwalk) People
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
I know how to hold a grudge
I can send a bridge up in smoke
And I can't count the people I've let down, the hearts I've broke
You ain't gotta dig
There's a monster under my bed
And at my window there's a dragon
I accepted the challenge
It turned me into a savage
I broke a promise to myself
ALL BUT JUST A SMALL HANDFUL OF NATIONS?
IT'S A PAPERCLIP OPERATION
BY EVEN THE MOST REASONABLE EXPLANATION
IT MAY WELL BE THE SINGLE LONGEST
was put there to save and protect him
He knows that time can not endlessly go
Traps will be set by the people below
She will be caught too and he
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