The parchment of my flesh must break The winter winds my soul doth take And all beneath the heavens lies in peace A world will form and fade away The
by Robin Williamson When I was a little boy I used to take the time To go and see old Rab McPhee Down by the railway line He was getting on in years
When in the springtime of the year When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair
And wash away this sweet despair I give all that I am to you For reasons they cannot quite discern Somewhere deep within the night Darkness chimes in
I, James Robert Injustice Being of unsound body and mind Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods To anyone who wants 'em The debts that I got from gambling
Millions of years ago Utopian life arose Through my prolific eyes Watched my equals grow To a mess They failed the test But life was already conceived
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Well, I met this old woman She was hard as nails I think that she just come out Of the County jail But I loaned her some money Just to pay her rent If
(feat. Eric Clapton) Well I met this old woman She was hard as nails I think she just come out of the County jail Would I loan her some money Just to
If you feel transition to your other life Don't need money to be there Leave behind your money just to prove your worth Won't be here so I don't care
Anger, despair and tears guide My hands upon this parchment My torments will stop now Because my destiny, I master No one lays down his arms The next
Future's here, the time has come to pass the torch Now go and touch the sky every time that you breathe I hope you've learned to covet not the evil ways
December '61. My dad's wages light. Still on that salary We, all four, could sleep tight. Right now if you drank from That very same well, You'd need
Procrastinating Pretending to worry Solving problems by pushing them aside Wasting time like we've all the time in the world Deliberation instead of solution
In a world polluted inside Let's pretend the nightmare is done From the earth the magma will rise From the sea comes cancerous tides From the meaning
First there came a mass A brilliant lights of flash All across the President's skies As he sits and laughs He preaches non conformity I don't think they
When I was but very young Sorcerers came to claim my mind Leaving death and hatred to unmask The master of the game had won And let his final sin be known