He is not silent He is not whispering We are not quiet We are not listening He sends a lifeline We keep resisting Him He is not silent We are not listening
is that? grey goose, nigga? (yeah, yo) Yo, where the fuck is tony at, man? He in the room right here? (true, so chill son, chill son He gettin' his
is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last." The sleep is still in my eyes The dream is still in my head I
' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent
s gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze and he's standing in a little park With his trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to
disoblige the Ancient, holding such decrees in contempt by their works. The bane of mankind is that all that he is until the day that he dies is a pawn
tyrant, he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious letchery call the virginity that wishes but acts not! For every thing that lives is
voice! There is no choice! There's no way out! You'll find out! We don't regret it So many men have failed But now he's gone Go out and get it The madman
Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back
about him if he goes, there's a little grey in his hair Though not much because he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare And if he goes to India
Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent
is that? Grey Goose, nigga? (Yeah, yo) Yo, where the fuck is Tony at, man? He in the room right here? (True, so chill son, chill son He gettin' his dick
the blues to you now brother I'm not so sure (sure, sure, sure) And now it is early evening I look across grey Leicester Square A large and silent
dark deep For one last time And bleeds And bleeds And dies for you And lies And is to blame And is ashamed And is not the same And is true And is
to disoblige the Ancient, holding such decrees in contempt by their works. The bane of mankind is that all that he is until the day that he dies is a
asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama. He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the
see not... While he that stands aloof and notes carefully shall find the secrets witch lie nestled along out skirting waters... to embrace the dead as it truth is
