It's past 8, the sun has set. Hadn't really noticed, never really noticed before. The air is clear. Different type of feeling, I'm getting from this evening breeze.
Hypnotize the phone. Down there I can't get up. I'm working on beyond,. a handful of understanding. Fills and overflows. Fills and overflows. The bough breaks, suspicions of the flesh.
There's a shadow hanging over. And a ringing in your mind. Waiting for an answer still stuck in time. Couldn't leave the dark behind. In the mirror. Getting clearer.
A grim reality there's something on the tv news. We're faced with truth we can't refuse no outcome left to choose. Nothing's ever new again. A grim reality.
I found a way out. Sick and tired of hearing how good things used to be. Live my life for me. I found a way out. You only brought me down. You wanted me to share in your misery.
Tonight I stood upon the crest and witnessed our decay. The land that was our father's, lay in ruins at our feet. And I dare not look out or into unseeing eyes.
Time came to leave. You know there's something about the principle. Of what goes on behind the scenes. The military machine, the way they led me on. .
Almighty God,. The Great I Am,. Immovable Rock,. Omnipotent,. Powerful,. Awesome Lord,. Victorious Warrior,. Commanding Kind Of Kings,. Mighty Conqueror.
Eeeeeieeee oh! Now!. . Wake up!. . I'm on the inside. You can't punish the sane. oh how weak you stand. I'm at your strong side. Wake up Dad, I'm a man.
Somebody hold me, hold me down. So I don't slip tonight.. Punch the clocks out. Punch the wall still. Something's wrong with me.. . Without you feels like the end of the world..
Whistle Set. (Arranged by Neil Anderson). The Mingulay Boat Song (Traditional). Frank Mors' Hornpipe (Traditional). Garret Barry's (Traditional).
Here beats the black heart of my rancor. The speed of life dulls my nerve. I beat no drum for anything anymore. Might have more than I deserve. . The golden age of being amused.
I know how the good wind blows and it gives me my time. Don't let them drag your hatred off the line. I know how the anger goes so I bury mine. You know they had me working overtime.
Last stanza;. TWhiskey in the Jar. (Traditional). . Spoken:. All beside the river deep, the warriors there a vigil keep. When the sun does rise and the day does break.
"Don't go there" I heard her say. "You can't stomach what you're gonna see". It's down there by the water's edge. Wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else.
There was a ghost, here in my house. Who talks just like it knows. Everything about, the road that we went down. As it underlines. Everything I kept, I know inside.
I imagine long walks down the road. Things began to bloom, the sky explodes. Damages undone. Then I know this has got to be a dream. She's in love, her wings don't lie.
I don't think you ever think about me. Your cold heart is melting. Sinking through me. I fall far into your little world. To a world I never thought I knew.
Hollow eyes, drifting melodies. Where is our bright spark?. The world is turned inside-out. I'm choking on the dark. . So I tilt my head to Heaven. I'm reminded that.