American native dances through the night.. In search of a spirit who'll bring back the light.. A trail full of tears a desert full of sand.. He dances for hours to bring back his land..
Oh, is anyone out there?. Send me a pigeon,. Throw me a line.. . Shiva is in my mind.. He has been waiting. For you to climb.. . Separatism,. Doesn't exist,.
Baby, won't you take my hand,. I will take good care of you.. It's time for me to take a stand.. I know I've got a lot to prove.. . 'Cause, oh baby, when the last man committed,.
Looks like Hell from here. This too shall pass. I know its hard to tell. This too shall pass. . Theres hope a comin. Hold on tight. Dont give up. Itll be alright.
How does it feel To know that he would die for you. How does it feel To know he gave his life for you. How does it feel To know that he would fight for you.
Oh, I was born in a dump. My mama died, daddy got drunk. He left me here to die or grow. In the middle of Tobacco Road. . I grew up in a rusty shack. And all I owned was hangin' on my back.
Oh, theres one thing that Im sure,. Its so proud and its so pure.. . And it comes from deep within,. Its got no hair its got no skin.. . As we travel far and near,.
You don't know what it's like. You don't know what it's like. . It's a light. Certain kind of light. That never shines on me. And I want my life to be.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know I'm one. . My mother was a tailor.
"The Sign". -Eric Bogle. . In the summer of last year, in a city* far from here. That stands on the shores of the fair Pacific sea. I walked it's pleasant streets, no view in mind, no one to meet.
maybe this is where i get off. but then i look at you and get lost. your friends and my friends don't mix. they separate us with their dumb politics. maybe i'm just.
to all you guys of a menacing size. who made me feel invisible with your lies. to all you guys i want you to know. i've found a way to rise. to all you jocks who broke my balls.
from what I see, we're already dead. and you do believe it friend. you do believe it friend. . - from the moment you despise reality. you only have the right to shut your mouth.
I pray. To the god of war. To stop this storm. Of raining blood. To end this war. Keep you away. From the demon's thorns. . This is a nightmare. And we can't wake up.