Lyrics:
a long long time
Since they first came
And marched through our village
They taught us to forget our past
And live the future in their image"
Chorus
but, live
Their links to older crazier traditions
– draw in from screen
Comedy, Medicine Shows
Street life – is joyously
Apparent the deep soul
don't really care.
If it's peace you find in dying, well, then let the time be near.
If it's peace you find in dying, when dying time is here,
just
As Satan's child, I stand alone in hand
I'm a nomad of this desert, barren lands
My time is short, wild gods of air and sea
Stand by your corruption,
I Can Feel Him In The Morning
Child 1:
He kind of started all the plants growing, and he started people. Well, I guess he's kind of big
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
ahead
But I'll still be deep in debt the day that I fall dead
That's why I say
Lord, a working man can't get nowhere today
A working man can't get
Nothing I must do
Nowhere I should be
No one in my life
To answer to but me
No more candlelight
No more purple skies
No one to be near
As my
yellin', screamin', "Time out"
Bet her man don't ever find out
I'ma cuff her, let her bind out
It ain't no keepin' that pussy
I'ma go deep in that pussy
Join in my
Join in my child
And listen, digging through
My old numb shadow
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking scabs again
I'm down,
side
There's a chance we'll get by
I know that you'll live
In my heart till the day I die
You were born to be my baby
I was made to be your man
Long time ago in Bethlehem
So the Holy Bible say
Mary's Boy Child, Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day
Hark, now hear the angels sing
"New King's
It was 'bout 15 years ago
Just about this time
The child we both were waiting for
Soon opened his eyes
First the cough and then the pain
Showed
He's a young man
In his golden years
His hair of black now quickly fades to gray
The limp as he walks is his only souvenir
From those purple
to struggle all the live long day
Man was told that he was born in original sin
By people long ago that were conning him
Man is so out of touch he can't
around the Christmas holiday-thing
Do you go in for any of the traditional things in the Bowie household, Christmas time?
Oh, yeah, most of them
of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt
know your touch by heart
Still lost in your embrace
I dream of where you are
If I could hold you one more time
Like in the days when you were mine
I awoke, well the Child he was gone
But somewhere in my mind
I believe he lives on
And somewhere in my life
Between here and the end
On a long
deep
It's mad how I gets so hot
It's mad how you get me by (by)
It's me, it's me, it's me, it's-
Look in my eyes, tell me a tale
Do you see
Baby, you livin' the life, but nigga, you ain't living right
Cocaine and drinking wit' your friends
You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend
I'm
When I saw her for the first time
I was mesmerized and blown away
What if she would be the one to
Live and die for in an endless love
It hurts deep
I'll never forget the time
That you caught me smokin' herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my
No more invisible speechless, deaf and blind child
With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial
Floating through time, gravitating towards
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