interview About what is a lie, and what is true So now I read it, instead of just look it You know you'll need it, to know what's cookin So grab your April
that love is king of emotion King of emotion take a walk with me You know where all that time was gone Grown up and left, washed out like an April day
clean And that don't mean a thing to you but it does to me Well, I don't know if this part is true How memories lie, sometimes they do But I can see
in the trap with these loud ass jems Loud ass pipes, around these loud ass rims God, God, look at my garage, Maserati cars I can't see floors, this is
and a spark til your seconds away from redemption wage your war with the dead and your breakfast in bed till your seconds away from redemption oh seconds away April
page Watch it change Into a diary Sad memoirs Hidden in the book Is lie That took his heart And tore it out Rancor spins blades Harvest day Is long
round, round Come on along, come on along Open up your hearts to find your love is tonight Come on along, come on along Tell you everything is gonna
bigger with your feeble sins Pull out your heart through the rib cage Go paint it a smiling face Leave a scarab in its place Would you believe that the earth is hollow And our path is
a rose Is merely that it knows You must believe in spring Just as a tree is sure Its leaves will reappear It knows its emptiness Is just the time of
It's easy, but difficult that's time alone squeeze me From beaming your feet when your all your actions turn to banking An inkling, a hint, I'm moving faster than your
me hold you Touch you, tease you, please you, let me love you (Maybe) Maybe, April showers don't bring May flowers It's all been a lie (Maybe) Maybe,
with curtain calls And a standing ovation For your brilliant conversation ... (Michael) Clap, clap! Now silence Have you noticed people wear... (Audience) Copies of your
Music: Bethzaida April '95 Lyrics: Hirsch June '95 Divine intervention is only a dream You give up your lives and follow the stream I saw the prophet,
before we burst the move We gotta sooth our nerves with the liquor Then we don't bicker We'll be relaxed ask your mama This shit is like a war zone Streets is
And as I entered the place of light A bird appeared before my eyes And it twittered brightly into my ear "Your aim is death, your grave stands here!" So I lie
saw a rainy day But it looks like them summer days ain't comming back Laredo Tornado Adios amigos What can you do, when your dream world is gone And your
Your kisses are as kind as candles Your hands are as giving as stone Your mind is kind as hitler's until night leaves you feeling alone Your love is something
gonna see your face In another sky As we leave this place With an old invitation in your smile No prosecution or any trial And under the spreading chestnut in April
