Lyrics:
Constricting
Freedom of movement
Convulsing
Body in pain
Stigmatized by the
Sound of fear
The land is full of chemical tears
Communication has broken
a hole in the ground
And tonight, it's really coming down
I'm no stranger to the rain
But there'll always be tomorrow
And I'll beg, steal, or borrow
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil
the last day of the miners' strike
Was the Magna Carta in this part of town"
Well, my body sank below the ground, it became as black as night
Overhead
The rabbit hole opened so in they all went
And the height of the evening was when you said
We got computers inventing the perfect head
So we all put
a hole
Chorus
Ticonderoga I'm leaving
In the morning I'm gone
Ticonderoga by evening
Legba is gone.
Snow on the ground
It covers her bones
Her name
a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For
The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land
Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't want to go,
The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land
Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
Didn't want to go,
The Apostle Paul, in Acts chapter twenty
Was preaching the Gospel in the city of Troas
It is a port town in modern day Turkey
Daily teaching and by
ground
And they'll find our civilisation
Or what's left of it to be found
They'll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They'll
songs take me back to you
now that we are apart
Now I know what Paul Simon meant by the words he found I wish I was homeward bound
Well I feel like Buddy
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
Written by Paul Simon
When you're weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes,
I will dry them all
I'm on your side
When times get rough
the holes forever
Deeper we must hide
Shattered pictures of
A moment lost in time
Between the cracks in the ground
Between the cracks in the ground
I see
The nights
In my own town
(Keith)
I see the faces
In familiar places
I hear the music
That they played way back then
(Paul)
My heart rejoices
As I hear
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil
Climbing out this hole (climbin' out this hole)
With a frown on my face
(In the place to be) in the place to be
And not to be at the same time
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil
You keep digging a hole
A big ole hole
You're going down it
You're digging a hole
A big ole hole
It eclipsed the ground yea
You keep digging a hole
of the black hole
Messages and slogans are the primary decor
History's recorded in a clutter on the floor
Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches
bundled up now but wait 'til you get older
But the media men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting
Dog Town
Hills and holes and manicured grounds
Gaiety and chattering was in the air
While grinning teeth waited to bite you there
Small of mind better
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