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Wednesday, May 16, 2007 - ore 22:03
bad trip
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
In the light you will find the road
You will find the road
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face
stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space
Though the winds of change may blow around you
but that will always be so
When love is pain it can devour you
but you are never alone
I would share your load
Baby, let me, oh, let me
I am a traveler of both time and space
To sit with elders of the gentle race
this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit
and wait and all will be revealed
youll see the line
The line thats drawn between the good and the bad
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate
the story was quite clear
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place
yellow desert stream
Let me take you there. let me take you there
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Ride the snake, ride the snake
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The blue bus is callin us
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If youve been bad, lord I bet you have
And youve been hit by flying lead
Youd better close your eyes and bow your head
And wait for the ricochet
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin
I’ve been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin
All I see turns to brown
as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
as I scan this wasted land
trying to find where Ive been
In the light you will find the road
You will find the road
-misc-
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