Change your visions, throw the old away leave me in silence trip away and take me now it's down below Change your feelings, don't fool yourself feel
I keep seeing these pictures before my eyes But every time I watch I can't realize If it is the beginning of a world divine Or the final hard stroke that
great brick glass arches my toungue and hips peeling these swirls of tripped-out lightning titilate and frighten and i feel to be in a strange daze
no one is no one in here Somewhere outside of circle, questions, whispers This is my place, i know, strange power I must continue my trip eastern, hail
I'm trying to visualize the dream where Gadrel stands tall Gaze bends in purple wind My emotions come slower Sight of my experience arrived ! Power of
dark Huge creature following me Lightning and vibration of scene The heritage of the brotherhood I remember only a shape of colour The trip was... infra
you ready to become physically hardened"? The answer includes a question I experience things in it's entirety Not as one after another This vision is possessed by autumn
Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls Soaking it all in Then we go hit the mall Even though we ain't balling Feels like we bought it all The mistletoe
of their live performances, delivered in a format perfect for lounge-rooms, backyards, BBQ's, cafes, road trips and parties all over the world. This
We circle winter, spring and summer to fall Spend a lifetime tryin' to make some sense of it all Trip over questions raised by fallen men As if there
and asks me for ID I'm like, "What the hell you talking 'bout, man, I'm 19" I whip my drivers license out and he lets me in Then I trip over a step,
(Patrick Kavanagh) performed at some concerts during her tour in 1995 On Raglan Road on an Autumn day I saw her first and knew, that her dark hair would
the surgeon Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge Front page, "Daily Chronicle" reads "Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect yo' seeds" You fall like autumn
wasn't enough my hair combed, nice shoes tied tight was ready to conquer life help unwanted i can do this on my own and then i found myself wounded tripping
mother of three girls so sweet Who stormed through your turnstile and climbed to the street But after conception, your body lay cold And withered through autumn
On raglan road on an autumn day, I saw he first and knew That his dark hair would weave a snare That i might one day rue. I saw the danger and yet i walked
