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Lonely Old Soul, Travel Now One Weather Flips Out, Uneasiness Now Done ----\ ...
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Lonely Old Soul, Travel Now One Weather Flips Out, Uneasiness Now Done ----\ ...
The rain has passed and I am walking, turmoil, Under this London-grey sky. Snatches of blue pass through a flecked canopy of endless refraction.
Many, many years ago Battle raging far at sea The Admiral took a fatal blow Which rocked him to his knees As he was dying, A nation crying, He beckoned to the mate "Kismet Hardy, Do you believe in...
When all of our dreams Fade into reality What do we have. If everyone stopped To listen to the truth Would we all go mad.
Take me away to where the grass is green. I'm stuck in a black and white movie, I need a change of scene. I've been to many perplexing places. I've seen a hundred seasons and a million faces.
Our time is magnolia;. Flakes of furling peace. Cream in the sun. Cupped heaven. Reaching them's the struggle -. Through twisted branch or bough. Around the knotted skin of life.
I know a man who is just as lost as I am. Wandering aimlessly up and down a road paved of others big footprints; looking for the one that hasn't been there before.
With the crackle and flash of electricity in his sleeping thought, Paul wakes up again.
There she was; searching for answers to questions without answers. Walking a broken road in life, tripping over ever stone, every hurdle, cutting herself on the broken glass from the telephone box.
I stumble through the dark, Causelessly, aimlessly, Without purpose or reason, Without a light to lead my way.
I'm sitting in my sailing boat, Staring into the sapphire sea, I look above the white tipped waves, And something fascinates me.
As I sped down the hallway, my mind was alive with thought. Hundreds of factors, boiling down to two exits, both at the end of the eerie corridor.
Damn!. I just lost my train of thought.
A small song I composed one extremely wet afternoon. It's pretty awful. And In 6/8 timing. Watch the skies. Pieces are Watch the skies.
When that first drop falls from the sky as it starts to rain, it's as if it has been shot down from the heavens.
When America falls into China's claws The Emperor will not be tame. Borrowed debts from Nazi techs, NASA's chief and a Noble thief Hide out in memories of fame, Distant shadows and thoughts on blame.
Pull I once rode down a singular trail, And I saw, a blue jay. It wasn't as breathtaking as I've heard, But it was true to itself.
I lose my mind out in space, in it's endless darkness, searching for a place of my own, where I belong.
Let my voice be heard in the emptiness of the abyss and my soul be free from it's captivity, time done, time lost, now gone.