Lyrics:
of Saracens have flowed by my work of sword My Basileus my emperor You have left me no choice but to escape Taking my men and from the hall We are breaking our
the needle to the red
Black and white
Who knows who's right
No substitute you're born you're dead
Fly by night
Created out of fantasy
Our destinations
love's been lovin' someone else
It ain't no fun, tryin' to have fun all by yourself
So, where do you go when it rains in Mexico
I got a watered down
the needle to the red
Black and white
Who knows who's right
No substitute you're born you're dead
Fly by night
Created out of fantasy
Our destinations
affection
You're my destination
You're my destination
You're my destination yea yea
You're my destination
You're my destination
I'm yours by design
I’m leavin’ town this morning
Back on a midnight ride
No destination weary
Caught in the same old stride
And oh my lord I’ll see you
Ruined by
code
It says that both your legs must go
Chopped to pieces
Ripped to shreds
You're gonna wish that you were dead!
Grab him by his manky hair
you could put it in
Of course being a Monday would be the one day
Trains are delayed by the score
And it never rains but it pours
Mine's not due for
superstition
Insisting it was written
The best is yet to be requested but the lines are open
Blanket apologies for those yet stranded by the ocean
Turn back
A sound like a drum singing tune
So take the oars following
This song coming from white and blue
Qangattarsaa
Arngar i arnga i jeeh
qangattaarsartigut
He's bound up by his arms and legs
With no way out but memory
A prisoner on this wayward sea
He sings a lonely melody
Oh my oh my oh my oh my
This
and bound to land
I leapt but could not fly as thousands passed me by
Can I be free with all this pain I've found
Can I lay my burden down
It seems I've
Uh, love, check, we was all on that Greyhound, headed' to the A now
I had dreams of ballin', Michael Oar Coach said, if you cross, nigga, it's yours
Uh,
true
This time I'll board that train
It won't be long
Check the label on my baggage
Destination's in my song
I'll talk to the conductor, ooh
Got on a bus in Memphis,
Destination Rome.
Georgia ain't no paradise
but a place I just call home.
I sat next to a broken hearted bride
She was
by
This train has no destination
Though I thanked it for its time
Like a cat in a window
The sun in my eyes
Canary outside
I want beauty to die
Through the oars of a board
No one seems to care at all anymore
Gotta get back to the evening
Gotta make back something more
Let me tell you a secret
It's driving me insane
You say honey just relax
You know we'll get there either way
And you say...
We're in it for the journey, honey
Not the destination
I'm trapped in my home
I'm always alone
But still I condone
This emptiness
By His will
I was created
Still suffocated
By humankind
Insomnia
Insomnia
THE FAIR MAID BY THE SEA SHORE
(words: traditional, music: Lissa S.)
source: “The Maine Woods Songster” edited by Phillips Barry, 1939
There was
all of these illusions
'Cause they are such a heavy load
And we could pave the world by morning
Because we hate to leave the road
So I give myself
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
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