Try to look wise. Philosophical words. It's all a disguise. To boost your self worth. . Must speak above. The ones that you mock. They converse and express.
Where were the rest of my songs tonight. I only remember the North Star blues. That simple old tune on the stage each night. Marking the time that I lost you.
Was not, was not, was not in the mood. Fifty nine times the pleasure, nothing new. Lost all of my curiosity. Numbness is slowly infiltrating me. . It's been a long deceptive day.
between skies and fields. this land in midnight lights. cold summer, cold summer. till the end of time. the earth's like a belly. an heavy sleeping beast.
Living for yourself has been. The only way you know. You pride yourself in thinking. That you have complete control. . Your destiny in your own hands.
Forward. (Moving forward). Now I walk as I'm waiting for eternity. Attained in time but beyond my own ability. . My will, my will is broken. Makes the beginning easier to see.
Can't believe what I said 'cause I know. That we will last for a long, long time. You heard what I said and maybe now. It's time to slow things down. .
Can't believe what I said 'cause I know. That we will last for a long, long time. You heard what I said and maybe now. It's time to slow things down. .
Something's lost. Maybe forever. In the attempt of more gain. You've done away with your honor. Whatever happened. To doing right because it's right. Not just when it's convenient.
Thursday afternoon, I was bending every spoon. Stopping all the clocks in Saskatoon. My extraordinary mind. It's everything I could ever want. . I tell you what it's all about.
Take him out, take him out, hit him hard. Don't let him show his ugly head. Beat him down, beat him down, let him lie. So all can see he is dead. . Deadweight.
Bow your head and fold your hands. Master celebrator. No one gets a second chance. Master, master. . Raise your voice and start to speak. Master celebrator.
The wicked plot against the just. With blood thirsty teeth. They draw the sword to cut down. All the poor and needy the wicked boast in evil. . And their tongue plans destruction.
His cold very well be. The calm before the storm. That brings disruption to our lives. And hardships seen like none before. So be prepared. . This could be.
lovely ordeal you set me straight and its not the first time. cant behave its neva to late to find a reason cant explain its. never to late to start another war another war.
Lost your course along the way. Lost your course, but you found another view. Taking all of your time. I can't understand what you're trying to find. .
Am I getting older? I'm losing all my touch. Falling for the ordinary, walking with a crutch. Make a little false step and suddenly you're marked. Lights are out, you find yourself alone and in the dark.
Setting the tone, hoping to reach what I aimed for. Trying so hard to figure out what I came for. But it really don't matter, speaking nowhere. . And something was said without meaning.
Joe Delord, he was a man of resources. Came to earth to fight the dark and evil forces. With a fire in his eyes, strongly burning. And a passion just like no one ever seen.
You better take control. Or else you will float along. Aah, you better use some action. 'Cause nothing won't come to you. Won't come to you. . Strike 1, strike 2.