Long ago I wandered thru my mind. In the land of fairy tales and stories. Lost in happiness I knew no fears. Innocence and love was all I knew. It was an illusion.
What's the use of paradise or everyday of livin'?. They spend and learn in Heaven, sin in Hell. . What's the point of children. When evil got before them?.
Now the first day that I met ya. I was looking in the sky. When the sun turned all a blur. And the thunderclouds rolled by. . The sea began to shiver.
Gen'rals gathered in their masses,. Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction,. Sorcerer of death's construction. In the fields the bodies burning,.
Generals gathered in their masses. Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction. Sorcerers of death's construction. In the fields the bodies burning.
Lord she's handsome as she flows across the floor. Nothing I've seen in my life has ever pleased me more. She's got the look of freedom, and it makes you think she's wild.
Imagine the godlike devil. Representing the thesis. Repress, redress and reform. Still together uniform. A new order of things is born. Culminating in an antithesis.
Give me the love, the lust. Give me the heartbreak, you never cross. Give me the pain, the gain. Give me the madness I gave you the same. I want the flesh, the test.
Moving out of white city. I'm going somewhere. I won't know anybody. I don't care. . A million miles away. It's too late to find heaven anyway. . Moving out of white city.
You heard about, 'be your own man'. You talk a lot and loud. Illustrate the obvious boy. You're mentally endowed. . Watershed year comes. You're flush with fever.
Somebody pull the trigger. We are in business now. We'll make a killing man. . I don't know why we're hated. Yeah, we got problems too. It's only filthy land.
These eyes see carmine through concrete masks. Amid fantasies of strangers, I'm indulging myself.. . This fractious fever is fervent. With feelings of extinction..
When I told you,. what you don't know,. won't hurt you now so don't make the same mistake.. . Then you let it.. But I don't have no sympathy now. 'cos you don't ever think and then it's up to....
Nikki's at the campsite in the caravan. On the Riviera. Every night the bugs bite. Catch her if they can. But she don't hear of it. She say. "I'm working on my tan.
A ballad by Henry Clay Work, originally published in 1864. Researched by Betty Thomas.. . Nicodemus the slave was of African birth and was bought for a bag full of gold; He was reckoned to be of the salt of the earth, but he died years ago very old. Twas his last sad request, so we laid him to rest in the trunk of an old hollow tree; "Wake me up" was his charge "at the first break of day, wake me up for the great jubilee.".
Wherever you go.. Wherever you come from, our bodies in tow, hearts pound like a kick drum.. We carry a ghost.. We're never alone.. Skin through to our bones, roll hard like the railroad. Stand clear..
Ayo its six o'clock on the dot. C-money comes and picks me up. He beeps 3 times I throw my 90s on we hit the pub. I'm charged up, everybody's getting spuds.