Lyrics:
To the amazing One
To the unchanging One
To Him the anthem raise
Lift up Your hymns of praise
For all the things He's done
For all the things
my hymns
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love it's a long,
don't know"
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
Well, Vinny was a hustler out of Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in Tinseltown
They
The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife
Run my little one
Breathe a hymn
Breathe my little one
A hymn to him
Hymn (This Is My Dream)
This is my dream
????? this is my dream
to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross"
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
Innermost selves with the outpouring
wild
Talking shit and we'll just smile
Don't you see these fuckin' crowns?
If you know what I mean, you on the team
This is a hymn for
in a flash.
Beneath the water I heard him laugh.
I go at six am, quiet as a hymn.
Gonna catch old Jim with the Yellow-Backed Fly.
Gonna catch him
him back to New Orleans
A good man's goin' crazy somewhere in between
The hymns on Sunday mornin' and the sins in Dancy's dream
Sometimes it's
hymn this mornin'
Cause this is gonna be a hangin' day for him
Now people say that Johnny was a bad man and that he
had a aim for bein' mean
He took
and salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
And let our joyous anthems peal,
For him who reigns above.
Glad hymns in the Infant's laud,
Sing we to Him while we may,
In heaven where He is
the hymns he knew
He was searching for a higher sign
When his water was turned to wine
All the darkness became light
Babies and a patient wife
They
First you say you want me
Flirt around and haunt me
Hold me til my blood starts to storm
Quickly things get chilly
You turn around and ask him
Hymn (This Is My Dream)
This is my dream
????? this is my dream
caught him in mine
Sweating our confessions
The undone and the divine
'Cause this is his body
This is his blood
Such selfish prayers
And I can't
First church of Elvis hymns on Sunday morn
Last chance redemption time for me to be reborn
Got my first religion .45 RPM
Casinos bars and churches
I
hymns, skippin stones
When I think of him I think of home,
I'm a fan of it, old shit
Now grandpa's trash is my treasure
He don't feel pain, only pleasure
thought I was right and he was wrong
Still when I laid down at night
I'd hear him get down on his knees
And say a little prayer for me
Daddy doesn't
herself
Find comfort with a stranger and sing
She never took much notice
In the courtesy of kings
She had pictures of Cuban artists
And paintings from
the hymns he knew
He was searching for a higher sign
When his water was turned to wine
All the darkness became light
Babies and a patient wife
They
drawn in by him
And I heard him call
Like a distant hymn
I retreated from the silence of my room
Stepping down the ancient stones washed with dawn
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