Never resist. The firewalker. To educate you. never look back. He has been sent. at the great Deep. that curse he sings. and never dance to. . Never resist.
Stopped by your house the other day. Well, I decided not to knock. You had your shades pulled down low. And your screen door was locked. . I heard someone else call your name.
Lying on your back. With your eyes closed. An image of a child. With a clean slate. . Sleeping in innocence. You have done no wrong. . You stir in your bed.
To catch your toes on silver. To stumble over gold. To never fear another day. 'Til death carries your ghost. . To see the painter's toil. On a canvas of pale skin.
For that viper that grows inside your head. she remains there waiting to be fed. self made parasite speculating about the end. . I ask you. Can you forgive her?.
Where were you when we were running. Through the trees?. Knots untied and feet free. As we ran underneath the redwood trees. . Where have you gone?. What are those weights locked to your ankles?.
So many stars above our heads and yet we choose to starve. So many stones out there to turn and yet we choose to ignore. Thousands I wish to corrupt, their sons I seek to mislead.
Oh great country, shore to shore. From the greatest heights, to the forest floor. I have only images in my mind. And a flame that is burning inside. .
"It is the dawn of a new morning at the Mountains of Silver. and I would rather live in the ice than in the middle of the. modern virtue and other southern winds".
(Gary Moore). One, two, three, four. Let me tell you about the Texas blues. I went down south to Dallas. To hear those cowboys wail. Came across that Billy Gibbons.
I have shelter, I am free. Water from walls and bread to eat. An engine to take me home. Or anywhere I want to roam. . Love from my friends and family.
Outside the mythic Rains. let us know we are not insane. blood debts still to be paid. (instead)we celebrate the Stranger. Inside the mythic Pains are played.
At your old church on a Sunday. Sitting quiet and alone. Across the room a young believer. Who'd made those walls his second home. A glance in your direction.
(Gary Moore). Used to be so easy. To give my heart away. But I found out the hard way. There's a price you have to pay. I found out that love. Was no friend of mine.
Somos memorias de lobos que rasgam a pele. Lobos que foram homens. e o tornarao a ser.... They awake for flesh. Choose pain as a path. Refuse a light.
Take me out of here.. This place is gettin' much to small.. Make me disappear,. Vanish through the nearest wall.. . Give me one good reason why I should stay..
Michigan. It seems that I'm always just passing through. Michigan. This time I think I need something from you. . Give up the wonder that you hold. 'Cause just singing about it is getting old.
Diurnal shall be your redemption.. The last of spirits now leaves your body.. We all act as if You are not there.. Seeing is not believing. . Possessional, your communication..
One of these days we'll be together.. One of these days we'll be as one.. Love and illumination. All across every nation.. . One fine day, we will walk in the sunshine..