Lyrics:
home in the country or here in the park
I stumble where ever you land
Have mercy on my timing, it's out of my hands
You want the world on a whim
And the show!
So let me take you down my dear to places you don't know
A land that you have not been to and normally don't go
I have all your pleasure
soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
The wind lashed in our faces
The English found our traces
On moss-covered land
Scotland we defend
At Stirling bridge we try to last
But we fail
Throwing you a line, send me back a sign, love
One by land or two by sea
Oh Bells
Nothing here but bells
Ringing in my heart
La la la la la la
Meet
[[Spoken: Transmitted.... signals coming through? .....okay. ]]
Echo echo one-nine
Hear the call through fault lines
Smoke signals, old rhymes
Hold up your glasses, Shout for the masses
Here we go, And so begins the show
And not for the first time, We step on the fault line
And just like
a planet on the line
La la la la la la love to be a man
Paintin' pictures to discover foreign lands
You put the ache into make believe
Out of sight is
I said I'd seen the killin'
Could identify the felon
Shot a man beneath the town hall
I was one of few
The jury never knew
About to line
somebody's calling
"The jester's on the phone!"
Oh yeah?
Rosie tell him I ain't home (ooh, ooh)
Just one in a long line that want to see me!
Daddy pop
All these things, when will we see?
It's pouring out of the lands
In a thousand years of war
A thousand lives are torn
A thousand bullets hit
deformed,
Unify man, woman and little guy,
Visualize, I can design rhymes that symbolize,
Rhymes that intertwine with time lines for 99 lifetimes,
That
father to son,
She knows the country, respects the old ways, she kick it in and get the job done
In these changing times, she holds the line.
The New
I tumbled into life.. out on the western line
A simple gathering of melody and rhyme
Written down and twicked a bit
Ink pen on manuscript
Little
or to say that I'm right
[Chorus]
And was I just killing time
Was I just filling space
Sitting on a land mine
Sipping drinks that were laced
I don't
[Proof]
My mind is broke, too many lines of coke
Open mind for beefin, no reason I'ma choke
Time to quote somethin you never heard
Pour my heart when I
and thats were I read/
cut your wrist on the fisns of the fish and drain all that you can /
and I rolled both my sleevess in then began to draw/
lines
Wood panelled garbage lines my street. street lights light fires on high heat. you pay - hell no, it's my treat. this kind of panic's no small
long fingers of a man
'Cause fingers make the hand and rivers make the land
Is she cradling you all oh is she cradling you all
Because if I call you
changes
With nothing at all.
It's hard to accept what you don't understand
And it's hard to launch without knowing how to land
And how, when it burns,
You hold up a sign
You shout out some lines
As she hangs her head down
You talk about love
You sing about grace
But would you take her in
If
Wake up I wipe the sleep from my eyes
With a breath of strength
I'm late, that's no surprise
At war with time, alarms like land mines
Your face
Out in the land I heard some people say
There is no other way than to settle scores of age old grievance
Lost all belief in honesty and sowing
alerts,
Stupid jerks, land of the free,
Idiocy. I hate bills that are new,
Drinks that are blue,
I hate myself, and I hate you
destroy the usa hey hey
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