Texty:
Grace Slick Dreams

and I, I believe in dreams Oh I believe in dreams And magic, magical dreams The better to sing that I believe in dreams Magical dreams I believe in dreams

Too much of life has fallen through my hands I pray the lord I get another chance To face the raging storm and test ist hands Face to the wind Too many

Angel of night from the other side of daylight Burning like a candle till the morning light Angel of the night blinded by the morning light Slipping

When the winter comes the sun is low upon the fields The sky is cold and it throws down icy snow The lakes are glass the rivers all a frozen mass The

Some people say "Don't go away just stay right here" Some say "If you stay at home you're gonna wind up alone" Now you know you can't go two different

most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under, subject of great

every verb, every dirty word, interred In her pornoglossa, Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary, my dreams

lungs Insurance fires, smothered young Always the first one on the scene A pyromantic midsummer Nights dream Thank you Lord for this oil slick For her

am, by God, be darned Hell yeah, I'm American And all the years he walked this earth, I swear all he did was work He said, "The Devil dreams on an idle