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Trick Of The Light
A Sunday proposal you got on one knee. down on Old Harold's farm, picnic under a tree. do you remember how a trick of the light turned the sky green?.
The Stranger
The Stranger within my gate,. He may be true or kind,. But he does not talk my talk. I cannot feel his mind.. I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,.
The Snow Fell
He sat in a room in a square the color of blood. He'd rule the whole world if there was a way that he could. He'd sit and he'd stare at the minarets on top of the towers, for he was the Beast as he hatched his new plan to gain power..
The Lamb Near The Lane
(words by David Lane and music by Lamb). Endless years in a prison cell, endless years of a living hell. A soldier of the Folk, with a tale to tell. Of why he fought to save his own kind, an image of beauty, he sees in his mind Of a beautiful maiden, now forced to the fight. Because to many White men chose wrong over right..
This One I Made For You
Tiny heart flutter between my fingers and my thumb. Youre very in trouble before youve began. I see your tiny heart worrying, a turning of wheels. Just grab on to something and dig in your heels.
The Woods
The summer sun plays on the ground. I feel it in my leaves. The sap is rising up my veins. Theres pollen on the breeze. . I saw it all crystal clear. I know who brought those children here.
Trip Till Three
We live in the limbos of our lives. Trapped in a gap designed by our minds. Gone for too long we consume ourselves in this lethargy. Subconsciously convinced that she will set us free.
The Box That Talks
Channel one. Or two. Lets try three. Maybe even four, five, six. Where everyone is no one. And vice-versa. . But baby, baby, baby, baby. I come from the other side of this wide sea.
Too Many Martyrs
In the state of Mississippi many years ago. A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law. He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime. And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind.
Time Was
Time was when a man could live alone. A man could build a home, have a family of his own. The peaceful years would flow, he could watch his children grow.
This Old World Is Changing Hands
Oh, a thousand marching armies and a million marching men. Have won the wide world over and lost it back again,. But now the word has gone to ev'ry fallen land,.
Thirsty Boots
You've long been on the open road,. You've been sleeping in the rain,. From dirty words and muddy cells. Your clothes are smeared and stained,. But the dirty words and muddy cells.
There But For Fortune
Show me a prison, show me a jail. Show me a prisoner, man, whose face is growin' pale. And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why. And there but for fortune, may go you or I.
The World Began In Eden & Ended In Los Angeles
Pre>intro:d. . D g d cccggg. Don't you think it's time that we were leaving?. D g d cccggg. For another chance, another place to start. G f#m. Desperate ones that went across the ocean.
The War Is Over
Silent soldiers on a silver screen. Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream. Unpaid actors of the mystery. The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free.
The Trial
Outside the cats are scratching. Inside the doors are latching. On the room, the greedy gloom. The trial is revealed. . Police are six feet deep. With switchblades in their teeth.
The Thresher
In Portsmouth town. On the eastern shore. Where many a fine ship was born. . The Thresher was built. And the Thresher was launched. And the crew of the Thresher was sworn.
The Shoals Of Herring
Pre>6/4 time. C. 1. o, it was a fine and a plea - sant day. G. Out of yar - mouth har-bour I was far - ing. C g (f) (g) c. As a cab - in boy on a sail - ing lug - ger.
The Scorpion Departs But Never Returns
Finger pick the verses, strum chorus. Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree. Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea?. I do not know much, but I know this cannot be.
The Sad & Silent Song Of A Soldier
And the flag draped coffins are a sailin' home. And the waves are watchin' as the engine drones. As the ship draws near, hear the bugle moan. The sad and silent song of a soldier.
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