Lyrics:
absorbing structures
Unforetold in biblical scriptures
Throngs of livestock in the air, twisted stare
Pickup trucks blown to pieces
A rabble releases
knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
Fiery throngs of muted angels
Giving love but getting nothing back, oh
People help the people
knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes
Fiery throngs of muted angels
Giving love but getting nothing back, oh
People help the people
know that I am the stallion, mang.
I live, I walk, I am the stallion, mang.
Hair-throng goo-tongue, stallion mang.
A 2 S-T-A-L-L-I-O-N
I am
Died in the world, you've been cornered by a natural desire
You want to hop along with the giddy throng through life
But how will you learn
You know that I am the stallion, mang.
I live, I walk, I am the stallion, mang
Hair-throng goo-tongue, stallion mang.
A 2 S-T-A-L-L-I-O-N
I am
finally appeared
And flamboyantly bowed to the throng
He wore red sequined tights
That sparkled in the lights
And boots that came to his knees
'Twas down where fisher folk gather,
I wander'd far from the throng
I heard a fisher girl singing
And this refrain was her song:
[Chorus]
Red
you're leaving behind you
A stór mo chroí in the evening mist,
o'er mountains and sea's falling
Oh, turn the throng and then you list
Then maybe you'll
throng,
Wake to hail the king of day!
Warbling louder still, she mounts alone,
Near and nearer to his amber throne.
Nearer to his amber throne.
See
'Twas down where fisher folk gather,
I wander'd far from the throng
I heard a fisher girl singing
And this refrain was her song:
(Chorus)
Red
my life)
You leave a path of delightful destruction
Your quite the throng, my daisy
Just clap your hands
Get down to the beat
Just clap
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall.
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts
We'll find the wilderness has died
We'll be the lonely one
Concrete, plastic human throng
Tellin' one another have you heard the news
We'll mow it
they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always creep
Two up, two down we'll never meet
So merrily trip for good my side
Please leave us
to the cold
And turned backwards all the advancing clocks
I am the mist-maker moving through the throng
A cloud of carnage everywhere I roam
Crystal piano
meth with your mother
Oh thank you thank you
For leaving and for coming back
And thank you for what inside my friends'
Love bursts like a throng
seep
So high you go, so low you creep
The wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always squeak
high you go so low you creep
The wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always squeak
Two up
the happy throng
Everyone start mushing, swinging the Muskrat song
We'll be singing along
Oh, Mr Bing, when you sing, that's the thing we do enjoy
to stand his ground and who's going to blink?
Surge forward from Van Cortlandt Park like frightened sheep
Spirit throngs that hoist us high, three thousand
goes
Surrounded by the throng
A mounting wave of sound
The clamor breaks me down
The ground beneath me gone
The sky might open up
Ah, oh, oh
to themselves
Travellers from the whole galaxy throng
To our luscious planet
With it's evolution-friendly climate
And nourishing minerals!
Take time to locate
and blew them thoughts away
Bury me a body, serenade the song
We're having me a party, throw my ashes to the throng
Keep 'em dancing all night long
Oh
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