Lyrics:
the last time
Calling out, Father, oh, prepare as we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside
Desolation comes upon the sky
Now I see fire
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
for the last time
Calling out father oh
Prepare as we will
Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side
Desolation comes upon the sky
Now I
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!
Burnin'!
To mass fires, yes! One hundred stories high
People gettin' loose y'all
down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire
I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went
the last time
Calling out for the rope
Prepare as we will
Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side
Desolation comes upon the sky
Now I see
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn
Burnin'
To my surprise, one hundred stories high
People getting loose
The evening breeze embraced the breeze tenderly
The trembling tree, embraced the breeze tenderly
I like short shorts
We like short shorts
Your
on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chill
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tired to say
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
On an island far away where the tropic breezes play
Waits a dark eyed native girl the sweetest girl in all the world
I still miss her more each day
down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went
down, down, down
And the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns
The ring of fire, the ring of fire
I fell into a burnin' ring of fire
I went
love won't release me, I'm bound under ball and chain
Reminiscing about as I watch four seasons to change
In comes the winter breeze
That chills
love won't release me, I'm bound under ball and chain
Reminiscing about as I watch four seasons to change
In comes the winter breeze
That chills
churn, the lovers burn
Peace, may the generals learn
When I'm far away.
[Chorus]
Sweet may the fiddle sound
The banjo play the old hoe down
(Superstition, fear, and jealousy)
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky,
I never knew that roses grew
Or if skies were blue, or gray
I never knew when breezes blew
What a summer breeze could say
I never knew
That
a recording artist kicking dust (who?)
I'm a sandstorm, taking human form
K plus R S equals one
I don't burn anymore, I just cook 'till you're done
And when
the evenin'
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you
Soon, soon, soon!
I am the Lizard king
I can do anything
Would you like a way home?
I'll bleed my own
'Round the hangin' tree
Swayin' in the breeze
In the summer sun
As we two are one
'Round
And I just don't give a shit
You need to feel the way that I feel
Or you'll never fucking know it
Burn mother fucker, burn mother fucker, burn
You
The breeze and I are saying with a sigh
That you no longer care
The breeze and I are whispering goodbye
To dreams we used to share
Ours was
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