Lyrics:
of your heart
Lean not unto thine own understanding
In all of your ways acknowledge Him
He will make straight
Of all of your path
In Him lies all my help
Dreaming of sounds made of whale songs and water
Of visions through lenses of old Pentax cameras
And softness of skin that is yours that I hold
just let the song cry
I've lost so many of my gang, half ain't even die
He say it's smoke but I ain't even know the reason why
He mad I'm bout to blow
changes, I made to deal with doubts
But when you on a different path, you gotta take a different route
I know my destination, amazing graces
Gracious for
eyes
A-ha A-ha
Hmmmm
Some other day my father would tell me
He said "Mavis
I've seen this years ago when I was a boy
And I thought by now
All
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, that's my enemies' pride
And I won't fight by his rules, that's foolishness
Old School
Copyright Paul Day 2004
Recorded Hatch Studios Worcestershire England UK 2005
Re mixed By Andy Zulla
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you must go behind that screen
And then by my dad you won't be seen.
Behind the screen the parson crept
And into the well of a sudden he lept.
He
song that April sings
This year's fancies
Are passing fancies
But sighing sighs holding hands
These my heart understands
I know I'm old fashioned
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on it's
One, two, three, kick it
Nigga know I hate his guts, so he don't cross my path
'Cause he know I've been survivin' all of the wars I had
Bitch-nigga
this ones goes out to the bros out that done walked a mile in my old house/ the same ones that got envious when I cracked a smile wit a gold mouf/
FORGE MY OWN PATH
TIME TO LIVE MY OWN LIFE, LIVE BY MY OWN RULES
I'LL FORGE MY OWN PATH
REGRETS ARE FOR YESTERDAY
V2
YOU NEED TO KNOW YOUR PLACE
IF
too late now
His sight is blurred by the game
And all I wanna do is sing my songs
A little noise pollution
A little substitution
A melody to occupy
as the days go by
Trusting Him whate'er befall
Trusting Jesus
That is all
Brightly doth His Spirit shine
Into this poor heart of mine
While He leads I cannot
Let me tell you of an interview with an Old Man Emu
He's got a beak and feathers and things
But the poor old fella ain't got no wings
Aren't you
it to my dad when he turned ten
Past the bark and all the scars
There was a guitar in the heart of that old tree
All from just one seed
A hundred
From my old ways
I was torn
USMC born
By the way
I'm a cusp Capricorn
And I got it going on
I took the time
To write these lyrics
For you to read along
and roll
Back to a place a place
Of total
And complete control
Exhaling smoke, a burning planet
Suffocation of my lungs
Preoccupied by her light blue eyes
back
Thank you, Godspeed
Yeah, 12 years old, me and pops eating TV dinners
Mom's was gone, she ain't wanna stay with us either
I was fine doing week by
at the North Pole
Just surrounded by elves and reindeer
Baby, I think it's time I come down to Memphis
For some good old southern lovin'
Maybe some bacon,
Higher and higher
Let the music guide me
Sing my song let the rhythm find me
All day long make no body try me
I was four years old
Started on my own
With
Lying there in a small crib
Naked and innocent
Just loosing my virginity
Only four years old
A menacing man above me
He's my own father!
My
loss it aint my fault i gotta job/makin it/ sellin it/ smokin it
that's right every bit by bit/ known everybody in this bitch/
and dont trip if you gonna
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