Lyrics:
on the wall, but no one cares at all
To convey the message that we wrote ourselves
Destroy the walls we mend and burn the candle at both ends
(I really think we
last week the news was read to me
By my best friend
Full of reports that made all our thoughts
Feel really active
I think I should stand up
No more mind fucking parasites
By now the message should be clear
We are ready to die for our infernal cause
War! We are fighting, fighting
in the year seven-ten
By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
If you're feeling insecure,
Cause you're living in a storm
If you find them, you can
Written by Peter Green.
Sometimes I get so tied up
Wrestling with these feelings here inside
Baby please make your mind up
Are we gonna make
last week the news was read to me
By my best friend
Full of reports that made all our thoughts
Feel really active
I think I should stand up
late for tea
The Duke was having problems
With a message at the local Bird and Bee.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know
Letters in pencil, some of them as heavy as lead,
as dated as carbon, as black as coal,
but burning as red.
Clues faintly stencilled: the message
Out on this shore
The book on him
He doesn't try
He'll be lucky to come in by the fourth of July
Fresh roses in the ring
And the hanging bell
of the room
With the stranger
Laugh while you may, laugh at the danger
Is this a message from god
Or fate guiding hideous hands?
Won't you show us your
I fidget with the digit dots and cry an anxious tear
As the XU-1 connects the spot
But the matrix grid don't care
Get a message to my mother
What
of those
Who love the vastness of the sky
To a friend we send the message
Of his brother men who fly
We drink to those who gave their all of old
Then
never got back to me
Maybe I said something wrong or something is wrong with her message machine
She's somehere in the city with a glass of wine in
The view from the alley and the view from the valley
Are empty and surrounded by dead ends
The bridges that I burned and the lessons that I learned
Don't
drinkin' wheat grass juice
Offended by my t-shirts, and how I behave
Just because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braids
But if you know you ain't a bitch,
And a thought came sealing down
Imagination of you and I
So much depression by losing you
A new beginning without grief
[Chorus]
Painfully
With wounded knees
And the musty scent
Of incense in her hair
Captured by the barbed hook
Of eternal devotion
Stigma bleeds
In the book that
All of your life you're sitting inside
Watching the world go by
Taking your time oh never mind
There's really no reason to try
What do you know?
If you're the passive observer, here's a message for you...
You're already dead, You're already dead.
Afraid to do what you know you should do...
As we are reaching the end of the century
There's message we can send
Be strong and bold and never lose your mind
'Cause we are the last
The world
I started out a little tightly wound
Like a rocket shot up out of frozen ground
Dirt in my nails, a forest in my head
Seems like every message I
Backwards messages in that stuff that leads you to the beast
Jonny don't you hear me open up that door I've been calling you for hours
I won't say it
late for tea
The Duke was having problems
With a message at the local Bird and Bee.
Cry baby cry
Make your mother sigh
She's old enough to know
Counting the time
Waiting for the crime
The loss of innocence
A faint reminiscence
I'm in the twilight
Surrounded by the night
The memories
Discuss these a message by starsailor Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In