earth are we supposed to learn? You might remember, just a few years back Man's first footprints on the moon Who'd have thought that after such a giant
something deep One of these days I may never awake Whole body eyes closed staring at pearly gates Looking for a second chance to dance with the dead Underground living with the moon for a
sets o'er the barley. And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve. Oh Bridget O'Malley, you have my heart shaken With a hopeless desolation, I'd
A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred hues A rich Mandala For me & you & for your silky pillowed house A head, wisdom & a bed
me to freeze up Ease up, watch how the world could tease us, ease us But only G O D could please us Hey, got me a ride and my mama too Show me how to
the river And they held o tight To those memory making nights It happened in the winter After the cafe closed Ginger had a change of heart She'd fallen
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get Blacker than your
Dark Gods dreamt too deep To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed With condemnations from a priest Who'd stammered rites In the dead of night
To Her carriage reined to flee But She knew She must brave the night through Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon Like a murder of ravens in
disaster E for my eyes A for my anger D before I die M for mona O oh good O oh good N for the night Dead moon night Call me if you need me Down in new
look up at the moon and say wicket shit is dead-a-ly when murders my melody im paranoid, ferocious when i flow its a felony FBI survielance and the
true As her tears like the dew sprinkled there. In the dead. In the bright month of June neath that old southern moon At the altar each promise we'd
As her tears like the dew sprinkled there in the dead In the bright month of June neath that old southern moon At the altar each promise we'd close
found my tombless dead. For Bill was a dainty kind of cuss, and his mind was mighty sot On a dinky patch with flowers and grass in a civilized bone-yard
you in with a silence you most could HEAR; With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold, A half-dead thing in a stark, dead
Excuse me as I kiss the sky, Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye, Who the fuck wanna die for their culture, Stalk the dead body like a vulture
, many long years ago There in a shack on the desert, one night in a storm Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder To a young Mexican couple, a
