Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding. Like a swirling vulture on your face. Every hour the unseen rays devour. Your screaming eyes cry out but they are blind.
Break the bread and drink the wine. Seize the chalice, suck the poison vine. There is frost in every sunbeam. Water flows from the earth to sky. . Looking down on every rose.
A 100 years of toil and pain. To pull a stone upright again. Uproot from its mountain home. Taken to this sacred circle. . Is there a secret in the stone?.
How many lifetimes? How many beginnings?. How many lovers? How many threats?. How many religions to keep us all guessing?. Give me a reason, why? Hell is a reason, why?.
Say goodbye to earth's children. On a sleigh ride to the moon. Blue and white in the distance. Not sorry I'm leaving you. . Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes.
Here are some lyrics:. Running on Empty. from Jackson Browne's Running on Empty album. Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.
****Rosie**** (Jackson Browne). She was standing at the load-in when the trucks rolled up. She was sniffing all around like a half-grown female pup. She wasn't hard to talk to, looked like she had nowhere to go.
Pretty little one. How has it all begun?. They're teaching you how to walk. But you're already on the run. Little one--. What you gonna do?. Little one--.
As I look into your eyes. And I see what's on your mind. I know you're afraid. And you don't have to say. I know that you can't stay. It's the price we have to pay.
Headin' out this morning with plans to stay awhile. It's hard to leave familiar things, I see again in time. I live out of a suitcase, the road I can't deny.
With a pocket full of reasons. And the empty hands that choose to hold. The comfort of a life once filled with hope. But now the hope is fading and you're losing faith in purity.
I'm a rocknroll vampyre. do you wanna feel my fire. I shun the light I seek the night. haunt smoky bars play old guitars. . need a cool bitch with a hot itch.
"Where you from?" he asks. "Oh no, that city I always pass". He told me he heard it's so hard to last. On a rising star, that seems to be sinking fast..
It's the bed smell in a motel. From the nights that came before. Or when I can't tell what my money's paying for. Out of style or apropos. Run down or up to code.
I got a gun pointed at the rat race. Got my own private road to hell. I got a tree, it grows money. But it growing old and it's winter now. . I'm a sure fire assassin.
It's time for you to see. what you really want to be. what you want to do. and what you think of me. . Take a look inside. at everything you try to hide.
Some people got a chip on their shoulder. About rock and roll music. They put us right aside. 'Cause their one track minds. . They say we're loud and violent.
Angus Young, Malcolm Young, Bon Scott. . See it on the television every day. Hear it on the radio. It ain't humid but it sure is hot. Down in Mexico. The boy is trying to tell me.
I always took the easy way. Just sit around and say complaints. It's now time to say goodbye. Ukabiagaru koukai wo. Tsukimatou yuu'utsu wo. Sotto kumo ni nagashite.
You're never gonna walk away from this. Nothing's gonna save your life. But you're waiting for the real apocalypse. But you couldn't see the light. . You find something to keep you satisfied.