Lyrics:
In a westerly direction this car is my train
I'm driving and I'm wonderin' what it is I'm runnin' from again
I feel like an eighty year old man but
ready to cock choppers back and let 'em go bang
Blocka blocka big bang spittin' out dat big old thang
Artillery by the pound shit that will blow up
out my window at the rivers of black
I wanna get out on the at highway and never come back
I set and wonder, has it all passed me by
Islands in the sky
Thy accursed bonds, and Thy kingdom shall rise once more."
Rise o' spawn of Chaos and elder night,
With these words (and by the sign of Kish), I
they're limiting the sky
I break orbit by habit
I ignite satellites and leave rings round the planets
A flying ace like that beagle
Nevertheless this
the water
And me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we?
Just the two of us, and when we ride! Just you and I!
See honey: there's a place called "heaven"
Hope and fear
Left her colorless face without mirth
Sweet Daphne, the priestess of Old Mother Earth
Saw a stranger coming near
Full of pride
And do you dream of me when the lights go down,
And do you breathe me in the smoke from your cigarettes,
Do you feel me with every breath?
I'm an old
Have you heard about the new girl on the block
In her black out benz
With her old school kicks and her hipster friends
Got a peace sign in hand
She's
The good old days back in 1993
Through thick and thin you are my blood brother
We all got drunk and sang our songs
It's what we did for fun
They tried
A wasteland grows inside my mind
As the moons sets before my eyes
My dreams are old and milleniums passed by
Torn - in a strong reality
Born - into
We could have skated through winter.
If...I just kissed you then.
Mistakes I made by not falling head over heels
For you on icy ponds.
And your grip
The good old days back in 1993
Through thick and thin you are my blood brother
We all got drunk and sang our songs
It's what we did for fun
They tried to say
the losers up.
While the winners write the history books defeated die poor
More bereft of life than an old jackson pollack painting
Cold and alone, dead
Poor old Oldfield
Worked in a cold field
Hobson has no choice
Misled by a voice
Release of drury
Arouses fury
Bradford was not me
But just
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
Hey now now now now now
Hey now na na hey
Hey now now now now now
Hey now na na hey
Hey now now now now now
You're not as old as the trees
fall by the wayside
[Chorus]
But not it's
Left right, left right
Orders are givin don't step out of lin
Left right, left right
Face front to attention
One of a kind, a left genuis behind
Didn't we have the same background back in the old days
You were like a brother to me now you're on this wild
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
between us but family.
So please listen close, my story goes on
Friends are leaving as we're growing old,
Count miles back and I'm out the door,
So I'd
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
the cattle are standin' like statues
All the cattle are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown maverick
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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