It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means
specter of me reflected I want a monument of a friendship That we never had erected I wanted to take up lots of room, I wanted to loom You always got
It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Henry Hand upon hand And the wind, it bit bitter For a girl of no
It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means
( Lyrics from a Native American poem from Tewa ) O our Mother the Earth, o our Father the Sky, Your children are we, and with tired backs We bring you
above the street And then I turn my head for you're approachin' me Moonlight on the water Fisherman's daughter Driftin' in to my room With a golden loom
More Than I'd Like To Admit I Find Myself Leaning Towards A Stint Of Violence To bring Some Kind Of Rest I'm Running Down The Nameless Faces Laughing
Fatima, give her the world You see my friend life is a loom so you keep smiling like me Oh is this where you get off? 25 bugs please Life is a loom
[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra] [Lead: Arkadius] So I reel away to a vale of cists in front of me endless buried names of forlorn games wilting I fall
above the street And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me. Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room With a golden loom
specter of me reflected I want a monument of friendship That we never had, erected I want it to take up lots of room I want it to loom You always
Fatima, give her the world U see my friend life is a loom So you keep smiling like me Oh is this where you get of? 50 bugs please Chorus Life is a loom
Call me a coward, it's so fitting. I flee from open doors. They are creaking, cracking open, and I will never escape them all. I will proceed in fear
A golden moment's come to pass, and it made a swift goodbye, waved its hand from left to right, saying bye, farewell, goodnight. But it left me brave
Lately I've been staring at the clouds, alive with beauty. Reflecting all that I live, and I can't help but wonder, When will they fade away? Fearing
The air is good here, So I'll breathe in deeply, Then release all that I hold inside. My lungs are gilded gold, But I know how the time may go Before
Tiny spheres float in fragile fashion on fluid surfaces like time capsules of all ages and spacious intervals. All days and months and years, they hold
