Am i strong enough to keep my mouth shut tight,. Something in this house won't let me sleep tonight,. Sing one for tomorrow, one for the way we were,.
The Pound a Week Rise. (E. Pickford). . Come all you colliers who work down the mine. From Scotland to south Wales from Teesdale to Tyne. I'll sing you a song about the pound a week rise.
The Paddy Set. (Arranged by Seven Nations). . Paddy's Leather Breeches (traditional). Malts on the Optics (Hamish Moore). Kelsae Brig (Ian Hardie).
The King of Oblivion. (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Between the refuge of the interstate overpass. And the Sun State building stretching twenty-four stories to the skies.
The Factory Song. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod). . I wonder how I wonder why. Without this factory could we ever survive. I wonder who I wonder where.
How can you live with yourself. After everything you did to me?. And now you sit and cry a million tears. Sipping your alcohol,thinking of yourself. And how the world around is gone.
The Ballad of Calvin Crozier. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Good people of this town. You'd do well to gather around.
I hear the words of a thousand voices. Sinking in my head. Long time since I've seen you last and. You talk to me like this. I can't remember the last time.
I've been thinking it over, taking the time to find the words.. Getting closer to this God I serve.. Because He came over and God became a man,. coming in colors in black and white and red..
My home is where we used to meet. I'd talk to You and You'd talk to me. You revealed Your mysteries. I'd make promises I couldn't keep. And morning sleep it is my thief.
Dematerializing, the dose that you take. To just forget your own name. Fizzle out your worth. Believing that you just should not exist. . Look in from the outside.
Nothing like a tyrant's gratitude. His kindness knows the words unspoken. His Highness knows crash you cry. He feels you in his bones. . Nothing like a tyrant's gratitude.
Stop by a nightmare on a dark road today. Such a wind through his white hair,. Such a grin on his face.. His eyes were like distance and he bore into mine..
The visceral application of death in your own (applications). Your own time (time). The wedges of strength lie beyond you. . Discover What it is that you need....
Fantasies once old and dead. Started runnin through your head. When I looked into your eyes and I said. . I could be your one true friend. Ill be there until the end.