When the rooks were laid in the piles. By the sides of the road. Crashing into the aerials. Tangled in the laundry lines. . And gathered in a field. They were burned in a feathering pyre.
Sliver of sundown, glimmer of daylight. Running in place with trembling knees. Vision of lightning, vision of sunrise. Overlay worlds on the grid of our dreams.
Ruth & Mary, they threw a party. And everyone was there. Baby Ruth, she got a new tattoo. And Mary braided an orchid in her hair. . Their friend had a farm and in that same friend's barn.
Here we go again. Another round of blues. Several miles ago. I set down my angel shoes. . On a lost highway. For a better view. Now in my mind's eye. All roads lead to you.
Roger Wilco, it's okay. It's all yours, it's anything that you say, ooh. My company fell in, we were airborne again. The next thing we knew, you dropped like sticks in the wind, ooh.
I've been sleeping fair. Lately I could swear I'm thinking. Clearer and clearer. . And I've been working hard. Looking at my punch card. And my mirror, my mirror.
She walks alone on a shameful path. That leads to a lonely aftermath. Behind the illusion she tries to hide. Without the freedom to decide. . She sits around and wastes her day.
I croon like a lumber crane. Sank quick inside your snare. Her fellow steps across my head. I'm her colt and she's my mare. Dense falls across my face.
These bloated veins have climbed. Hillsides and airlines. Looking for a limb to reside. This eager scheme has turned. Lathered up your bottled smile. But the notice passes the tether by.
I've been a loner riding on the plains for to long sat by many fires but sang the same song. I've seen the whirling wind, dust turn to a spiral staircase in the sky to say I want to be alone would be a lie..
We dwell in a river.. Of grace that's not felt or seen.. A river that's constantly makes us clean.. We're dry but shouldn't we be wet?. This wonderful current that takes our sin and debt..
saw religion had tied freedom. from his shaven head to his toes.. Then I heard freedom and he spoke. saying his life was about to go.. Then I heard someone shout.
The earth went spinning round the sun today. A little faster than it did yesterday. Still I insist to ignore. The steady pace of the passing days. And I run my spirit down.
Come live in our free democracy. Where well to do live in harmony. With a patriotic view. Sing our creed, we only act through piety. Through righteousness we will truly see.
Two young cowboys went riding out one dark and windy day. Upon a ridge they rested as they went up on their way. When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed sheep they saw.
There floats a phantom. On this slum's foul air. A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing. into the spectre of endless plight. face to reshape, vanity fleeting.
Are your deeds so really bad?. Your secret life untold. Please tell me, just try me. But you say goodnight and shut me down until tomorrow. . When you come to life again.
I can't complain. About this rut I'm in. Day after day. These same walls I kick in. Rip out my hair. What's so unfair. . Bent out of shape. Underestimate what I can take.
Reaching through the pain the real world sent your way. Problems you can't understand but still you have to fight. It makes me proud inside to see you try so hard.