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pain
Again and again...

Where the mountains shadow the landscape from the sun
Where there's eternal dusk, and the ashes turn to dust
Where the storms

the name of Bayonne
But I heard from Trenchtown 
The voice of a lion roar

Yes on Hope Road I live
I found a way to reach the sun
Yes on Hope Road I live
I'm

of Bayonne
But I heard from Trenchtown
The voice of a lion roar

Yes on Hope Road I live
I found a way to reach the sun
Yes on Hope Road I live
I'm moving

aligning the planets
I felt so empty after all this pain
Blood on my carpet, that's a stain
Food getting poisoned, inhumane
Death by the ocean, yet again

listened
Case and point that he was
Here on a mission
Barely passing by
To have a conversation
Wit a young'n so blind
Who put a cap on the world and told it

After the lost sun frozen looks to the calm lake
After the lost sun frozen looks to the calm lake
Before blood on our blades dries we want to break

effect the World in which we live
But if, as Dr Wesley said we're not going to change the World
By talking it into submission
You know, one has to act

beds, their lives
When will you see the one
Whose cooling showers block the sun
The Thunderbird's the only one who can

Block the sun
Cure the dry
Cooling

or the habits that we wear
We're writing but the ink won't run
More red in hair than in our blood
Scarlet miniver
See seals in the sea
Eight-five, LIAM
Thelma

.
the sun
the sun
the sun
I'll dance around the sun.

Also,
Marc told me I was right, that all the madness lives in my mind.
I was supported by him and my

Jody

Jeff Beck

Rough and Ready

1971

wanna be
Me away and you away coming in from the sea
Sometimes I was a mountain or a seagull by the shore
Thank god my memory will live for ever more

On the fiddle and melodeon they'd play The Mountain Road

Now every inch of progress it was won with sweat and blood
Digging for rock bottom in the days before

strolled through fields of dew|I do not know of dust to dust|I live from breath to breath|I live to climb that mountain|To the Fountain of Lamneth||[II.

so wise, sorry I made you cry
By bringing all that drama in our lives
Sorry you took the time just to drive all the way to West
Bumbafuq just to see ya

In Jimmy Choo's
High heels but the mountain's
Top she'll never choose
She'll set up for a dude & precious medals
A slave to his money by his
Chains you

Innominandum 

Initiate, few know hesitation
And the impulse to live by duty and choice

Necrotic skin hardened by the flames of conviction
Take them all down by

ancient blood, grant us their demise

Mountains may crumble
The sun turn to ice
Rivers may dry
But this now I swear, you won't take away what is ours

Turn

of this

Clean country air, open roads out here
Early morning dew, resting on my swag
Rivers running by, my open fire
What a life to live and cherish every

nests of blood and tar

Empty houses surrounded by crows
The leaves crumble once they hit the ground
Vultures calmly wait for
The last breath to leave our

whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

You light the sky
By the sun and moon 
Though these will vanish
Never

Paint a Dark Picture

Tech N9ne

The Box Set

2009

Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit

Woody's Rag/Hard Work

Arlo Guthrie

Son of the Wind

1992

Words and music by Woody Guthrie

While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.

I was born working

lay in the sun
Flowing rivers of blood
A lone soldier walks the valley
And sees a sight rarely beheld

As high as the clouds
Mountains of rotting

to stop is to kill
Thou shalt not live
The only way to stop is to kill
Thou shalt not covet my blood
The only way to stop is to kill
Thou shalt not live