Duffle bag on my shoulder, ticket in my hand
I've got a guitar on my back
Headed west to a promise of a future
Smoky clouds predict my fate, of fortune and uncertainty
Not sure how the road's gonna ride
Leavin' you behind and it hurts me
The road unwinds carrying me through the night
A flash of headlights in my eyes, and they're breathing down my neck
With my journal in my hand, I'm writing, capturing the essence of the ride
Meeting new friends every hour, sharing advice and stories of life
Everybody's got a tale, so open yourself to the thrill of the moment
You exchange a word and say good bye
Traveling to a new beginning
With out leaving it all behind
The hours fly past on my fossil watch
One stop to another
Mostly writing, rarely talking about the things that I'm hearing
And it often makes me smile
The curiosity overwhelms, until I have fallen to sleep
Then the stories unravel in my mind
I struggle with the reflections. of the fire and the water
I can hear the tick of time
The road unwinds carrying me through the night
A flash of headlights in my eyes, and they're breathing down my neck
With my journal in my hand, I'm writing, capturing the essence of the ride
Meeting new friends every hour, sharing advice and stories of life
Everybody's got a tale, so open yourself to the thrill of the moment
You exchange a word and say good bye
I can feel the heat beatin' down on my bare feet
From the pavement of the yard by the window
I watch that crescent moon rise up
I can see the wind blowing through the fields of wheat
So I check the mailbox and I grab the letter
I see that you finally found me
Then happiness fills my soul till I realize
I'm dreaming, this is not reality
The road unwinds carrying me through the night
A flash of headlights in my eyes, and they're breathing down my neck
With my journal in my hand, I'm writing, capturing the essence of the ride
Meeting new friends every hour, sharing advice and stories of life
Everybody's got a tale, so open yourself to the thrill of the moment
You exchange a word and say good bye
Pink Bullets (The Shins)
I was just bony hands as cold as a winder pole
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
oh what a contrast you were
to the brutes in the halls
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
Over the ramprts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tired to a brick, as sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days were long
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
when our kite lines first crossed
we tied them into knots
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
so you understand less as the pages turn
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
that even I could be the star
I don't look back much as a rule
and all this way before murder was cool
but your memory is here and I'd like it to
stay warm light on a winter's day
Over the ramparts you tossed
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
tired to a brick, sweet as a song
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
two loose kites falling from the sky
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
Pressed In A Book (The Shins)
doted on like seeds planted in rows
the untied shoelaces of you life
nutured all year then presssed in a book
or displayed in bad taste at the table
problems arise and you fan the fire
while there's a wild pack of dogs loose in your house tonight.
cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks
add it up and basically people never change.
they just talk and make plans in the dark
or make haste with ideas that can't help
but creep good people out
as you talk to me too much you're assuming
we don't always want what's right.
did i strike the right set of chords? you're annoyed.
the goal is to ignite you then move on.
you feel ill at ease. you got no squeeze.
and the wise cracks won't make you more stable.
you've learned you lines to scale and to time.
why must i remind you now i'm only less able.
cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks
we're ordinary people we can't help but to change
as we walk and make plans in the dark
or make haste with the boy who can't help
but creep good people out.
as you talk to me too much you're assuming
we don't always want what's right.
two fallen saplings in an open field.
snow padding gently on an empty bench.
an old woman's jewelry lying unadorned.
colo nesting robins allied for the first time.
i know when you hear these sappy lines
you'll roll your eyes and say "nice try".
My Destination (Acid Death)
[based on Stephen King`s The Dark Tower Book series]
The man in black fled across the desert
And the Gunslinger followed
On the quest for his lost soul
Through fields and worlds
Through Tull and Allie he walked
Obsessed by cruelty and logic
Powerful enough to destroy
Obsessed-was not fate. Unembraced
Crawling thought, I paused (I paused)
Sleep on my friend and dream
For thousands of years to come
Wake up in a different time
At Golgotha of the Otherworld (the Otherworld)
A knight of a Different kind
Baptized with the blood of his master
Leaving the ruins of the Gilead
For the heart of all words
With burning eyes he looks at the sun trying to follow the brilliance
The brilliance that shows his destination`s point
Worlds are sick and that`s the truth
The Guardians are dead, the knowledge a wasteland
For the people of this dune (people of this dune)
Oh, Knight enter me from the door in the back of my mind
Draw me into your Quest to heal
The suns in the heart of the Rose
Make your destination mine
Blain is Pain and that`s the truth
We all serve the Tower
For the Tower is the truth
Oh, my soul within me is burning
That`s why I find the soul amusing
He refused to be alone
It seems that the man beside him was the crowd to him
Draw everyone of the many who are one
With the power of all, the Tower is getting closer
Follow the path of the Beam the way of the Tower
Merge with God and heal-the riddle is mine to solve
The Heretic (The Lost Child) (W.A.S.P.)
These fits of depression are torturing me
The lives that I seen won't breathe again
A sad child of madness, they'll never be free
Born again to die, the agonies begin
And soldiers keep coming - like warriors they die
But gangland's alive when mothers cry
'Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine
And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives
Lost child, lost child
The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds
And harvest the sad fields of woe
Cause dead boys are martyrs
That live on forever
But now it's too late for their souls
Standing on sanities too fragile edge
And worship the "Lord Of The Flies"
And wade through the slaughter
You've made of thy brother
And drown in his blood then when he dies
You see in their eyes
They're the lost child
See in their eyes
You see in their eyes
They're the lost child
See in their eyes
Don't turn out the lights
'Cause there's demons in the night
And they prey on the fears in us all
They hide inside and wait
And they shun the light of day
The screams in their dreams fill us all
Children of the night
Such a sad tune they rhyme
The bloody boys that sing a wicked song
And for all of them they're just memories in the wind
Rise and see
It's the dawn of insanity
Keeper of the gates of fire
And the Heretic has said
You don't have to be afraid
'Till I - till I come to get ya
And child in time
On the swords edge you ride
And cast a spell of Heresy
And die in vain
Like a wild dog in chains
And no one can save
Or set you free
Iron, Steel, Metal (Children Of Bodom)
Gods of thunder, lightning, and rain
Lustful succubuses of death and pain
Are gathered tonight up in the steel sky
Down on the field of battle stand
Warriors draped in leather with iron swords in hand
Ready to sing their enemies their last lullabies
The sunlight disappears, only torchlights break the dark
Depressive silence broken only by hard pounding hearts
Mist falls down shrouding the field in mystery
After this night all false metallers will rest in peace
The metal horde raise their swords and hail
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
The massive volume of their chanting, false ears bleed
It's nothing but a massacre when the titans clash with the weak
Trying to put us down cries out for revenge
The gods of metal will blow the wimps away
The metal horde raise their swords and hail
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
The metal horde raise their swords and hail
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
The metal horde raise their swords and hail
Iron, steel, metal
Iron, steel and metal
Sure of their coming victory, they swear on
Iron, steel, metal
Maladjusted Jester (Danny Kaye)
Your majesty I have a confession my secret I must now betray
I was not a born fool it took work to get this way
When I was a lad I was gloomy and sad
And I was from the day I was born
When other lads giggled and gurgled and wiggled
I proudly was loudly forlorn
My friends and my family looked at me clammily
Thought there was something amiss
When others found various antics hilarious
All I could manage was this hoo hoo
Or this hoo waahhh
My father he shouted he needs to be clouted
His teeth on a wreath I'll hand him
My mother she cried as she rushed to my side
You're a brute and you don't understand him
So they send for a witch with a terrible twitch
To ask how my future impressed her
She took one look at me and cried hehehehehe, he?
What else could he be but a jester?
A jester a jester, a funny idea a jester
No butcher no baker no candlestick maker
And me with the look of a fine undertaker
Impressed her as a jester?
Now where could I learn any comical turn
That was not in a book on the shelf
No teacher to take me and mold me and make me
A merryman fool or an elf
But I'm proud to recall that in no time at all
With no other recourses but my own resources
With firm application and determination
I made a fool of myself!
I bought a little gun and I learned to shoot
I bought a little a horn and I learned to toot
Now I can shoot and toot ain't that cute?
I started to travel to try to unravel
My mind and to find a new chance
When I got to Spain it was suddenly plain
That the field that appealed was the dance
The Spanish were clannish but I wouldn't vanish
I learned every step they had planned
The first step of all isn't hard to recall
Cause the first step of all is to stand
And stand
And stand, and stand, and stand, and stand, and
They sometimes stand this way for days
Then they get very mad at the floor and start to stomp on it
After all of my practice the terrible fact is
I made a fool of myself
I sadly decided that dancing as I did
To sing was a thing that was sure
I found me a teacher a crotchety creature
Who used to sing coloratura
She twisted my chin pushed my diaphragm in
With a poker she vocalized me
When she said it was best that I threw out my chest
You may gather that rather surprised me
I was on solid ground till I suddenly found
That in Venice I was to appear
The gala locale was a choppy canal
And me, a high sea gondolier
I nervously perched as the gondola lurched
Before the King's palazzo
As I started my song my voice it was strong
But my stomach I fear was not so
Oh solo mio, ooohhhhhhhh
Oh solo mio, ooohhhhhhhh
When I fell overboard how his majesty roared
And before a siesta he made me his jester
And I found out soon that to be a buffoon
Was a serious thing as a rule
For a jester's chief employment
Is to kill himself for your enjoyment
And a jester unemployed is nobody's fool
All Things Must Change (Widowmaker)
In a life of dreams
Things aren't all they seem
Every prison's not a cage
And I've learned one thing for sure
All things must change
So I've lived my life
Through rose colored eyes
Life's so unreal from the stage
But the limelight fades away
All things must change
There is no rhyme, there is no reason
Don't look to me for answers
I'll give you metaphors
And though a lying heart is treason
My only fear is sorrow
My pain is in the score
And nothing more
Senses overload
Fields of depth explode
Mental fabric starts to fray
False reality
Life's triviality
Psychotic images remain
As I live the passion play
Ooh all things must change
Have I thrown my life away?
All things must change
Corporate dynasties
Bring me to my knees
Negotiations strangulate
Faceless suited droids
Fight to fill some void
Sacrificial offerings escalate
And they don't know who to blame
All things must change
Lord, I'll never be the same
All things must change
When I've seen it all
Another curtain falls
Depth of feelings hard to gauge
Twisted pictures pass
Through the tainted glass
I relive it all in silent rage
How much can one man endure
All things must change
I'm a symptom and the cure
All things must change
Now I've learned one thing for sure
Let It Go? (Midge Ure)
Once I saw a promised land
Wrapped in many shades of green
But I sat and watched the world go by
Confused by all the things I've seen
Should I stand up, say what's on my mind
Point my finger at the wrong I find
Let it linger till another time
Or let it go?
I've seen forests turn to fields of sand
To satisfy a rich man's greed
Now the tears that fall upon this land
Won't help to grow a nation's needs
Should I shout out from the highest tower
Should I take it to the highest power
Show the plague that turns a whole world sour
Or let it go?
I seek comfort in a sea of fools
And wrap their lies around for protection
But if lies were any answer at all
We're just adding to this world infection
Can I turn and smile and kiss it away?
Leave it lying for another day
Should I fall down on my knees and pray
Or let it go?
There's a passion that destroys all the caring (ah-ah, ah-ah)
And walks across the flowers of affection (ah-ah, ah-ah)
Breaks them down into the soil we are sharing (ah-ah, ah-ah)
And leaves us with this life of rejection (ah-ah, ah-ah)
Am I strong enough to stand my ground? (ah-ah, ah-ah)
Lift my head and show the strength I've found (ah-ah, ah-ah)
Try to keep from hell or heaven bound (ah-ah, ah-ah)
Or let it go?
Don't let it go
Should I shout out from the highest tower
Should I take it to the highest power
Show the plague that turns a whole world sour
Or let it go?
We saw gold when there was only dust in the worst we saw in us what no one else could we traveled far and tramped the dirt down deep to where our souls could keep the time and never rest. Mind the road flares watch the steep stairs pace yourself harbor your fate temptation, hate, destiny sells. I've asked all the bitter, hapless, and broken down they just return my frowns and tell me to forget simplicity is not what i was hoping for i thought it'd be much more than what i'd always dreamt. Read the roadmaps thumb through atlases and charts try to lose yourself in powder, booze and bars. I'll return to all my favorite hunts frequent familiar spots i never really left distance myself from scattered, lofty thoughts make them resolute, destitute, vague and deaf
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This well-known harvest hymn might appear to come from the English countryside, but it has rather different origins. It is the "Peasant's Song" from a sketch by Matthias Claudius in Paul Erdmann's Fest (Hamburg, 1782), depicting a harvest thanksgiving in a North German farmhouse. It was based upon a peasants' song which he heard sung at the home of one of the farmers. Claudius was for some time an atheist, but later renewed his Christian faith. At the time of writing this hymn he was editor of the local paper in Hesse Darmstadt, where he was also a Commissioner of Agriculture. The hymn was originally seventeen verses long, each followed by a refrain, and was translated into English by Miss Jane Montgomery Campbell. This translation, though not very literal, does preserve the spirit of the original. It first appeared in Rev Charles S Bere's A Garland of Songs (1861) and subsequently in the Appendix (1868) to Hymns Ancient and Modern, where verse 3 was revised to the present text from the original: line 5 - No gifts have we to offer... (rev. Accept the gifts we offer) line 7 - But that which thou desirest... (rev. And, what thou most desirest...) This alteration was probably introduced to make the hymn suitable for services where harvest produce was on view or offered by the worshippers, although the English Hymnal continues to use the original words. There are several Biblical references. Verse 1, Acts 14:17; refrain, Matthew 7:11, James 1:17. Verse 2, line 5, Psalm 65:7 ...
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