Hалейте на прощанье чашу мне, Я не оставлю ни глотка на дне, Далекою дорогой, по которой нет возврата, Я отправляюсь на лихом коне. Пусть черный волк
In the desert heat the sand Blows like ice-cold snow Night soon unfurls her wings Nothing but the wind to escort the nomads It is the way they wander
Tho' passing days, I close my eyes and feel silk burning me Your skin, those gorgeous lips I've kissed so long ago Tonight I'll try to rip out aching
Life it's not just who it's what to be Just like the friends to me They always seem to put you down So listen not to them And like your neighbor who's
Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two. Spat forth into darkness and light, like the Birth from the womb. I live like this in stillborn life
Drinking a Familiar ale As I listen to a tale Of a friendship that was won and lost A long time ago Well I always got to roam, nowhere to call
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
Another land, another sea The road that never ceases To lie ahead and beckon still Though legs and feet are weary Another woman, another man The lust
From the Album: * To the hilt Gone - With the northern sun A?A'Cross that far horizon World of a thousand faces I can't find my oases There's a black
I am the constant comings and goings of my selves. Some of them settling within, some going on. Others sojourning indefinitely, tuning in, tuning out
Open up your transmission I'm sitting on the outside of evolution No need to feel sad, I got to be glad Got to know the price of the path I chose The
[Music: Eric Horton / Buckzo] [Lyrics: Sean Peck] Come Inside and sit my friend I know you wonder why I've asked you to come here again It seems were
From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize
For you I would tattoo me With lines crossin' into a hand And a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the state line And we never have the
You and me of the 10,000 wars Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores A bed to be made and a bed to lie in A hand in the darker side and our
Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials They
I've taken, so many down I've helped them all to dismount I've followed, so many down I take their hand me downs All with hope, all with hope That emptiness