One simple word an you cut ?em down. Severing life line with shame, speak to the masses and make ?em smile. Donning a halo you?ve made, but the wind
Took a walk in Rotterdam, thinking about her train. All along the banls of memory, holding tide away. And on the end of every corner i could almost hear
Simple backbeats seem to soothe me If I could hold them I would let's say Take some rest as if not wicked And walk around enjoying silence A world away
Another full moon sky, through the trees and filtered light. And the silence oh my dear, is the storm now drawing near. Let it rain. I don't mind. I'
Why do we never know Questions come and answers go Somewhere else besides our head We wear the stripes until we're dead And we only want to love Spending
(Traditional song composed by Gerrard Winstanley Modern composition by Leon Rosselson) In 1649 To St. George's Hill, A ragged band they called the Diggers
Some days we're ripped and torn away From the shore and tossed to a watery grave Set adrift in the depths of the drink in the hands of the gods we curse
What do you want to do tomorrow Is it what you find yourself doing today If it's not you better move Before you find yourself being schooled Wondering
Fare thee well old friends fare thee well we go burning up fuel and road oh but bet your stars one day we'll return for revival, sin and soul well the
I came home late tonight I may have been stuck in my thoughts Or just in the snow Buried deep under the white Digging like an animal Far from civilized
(Featuring Austin Lucas) Well the rich are getting mighty And the poor folks stay the same As the middle class just seems to fade away And on every death
Pack up the truck and that old road Headin' straight up 395 There ain't nothing much like freedom and wind To make a tired man feel quite alive Oh and
They took him in arrest with a shot through his chest And many more followed through The men folk shook their heads and said we did what we had to do
(Written by Frankie Stubbs) I smell the bullshit like trenchfoot on your breath You're the disease they call 'we're sick to death A personal friend of
The tired winds blow And the restless go home And the haggard lies down to sleep Where the hours go slow And the beauty we know is the love That is the
Oh California, if there's one thing I like to see, It's miles of asphalt boiling under the sun. I'm rolling up my sleeves and I'll wait For the moon
Wake to sound again, still tinnitus reigns. Waiting for the call, and the time to state it all. Don't say a word. Just lay like a stone and gather what
One simple word an you cut ?em down. Severing life line with shame, speak to the masses and make ?em smile. Donning a halo you?ve made, but the wind won
