of the Jews He is born now to take all our sins Three kings were searching for this holy child Journey begins, He has to die Healing the cripples and taking our
my brother dip our souls in the water for the healing of eachother be saved, sanctified freed from sin, to every last fly away o'er the land because
I found out what SOUP is all about Food not Bombs, bikes not bombs, community not bombs, heal the world Free the Land, free the weed, free our bodies free our
way to terminate Immersed in all our dusts is the mother world Immersed in all our dusts is the mother world Immersed in all our dusts is the mother
in the heart of the land of creation. grows a threat which cannot be healed. efforts soar to restore generations. grave results give this outbreak the
not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that We may maintain our oil fields. Too many puppies Too many puppies are taught to heal
being on earth, needs a dream in his soul We need our freedom, let loose of control The older we get the less we see our way We think of the past,
of twilight lands humbly beg him through Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream As alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams
of mass obstruction, our hate does blind us all To the grief of a widow's tears, to the sum of all our fears Throughout these blood-red years For land
So come sit down Will you talk with me now? Let me see through your eyes Where there is so much life We are biding our time For these myths to unwind
Xavier Rudd a?? Messages So now come sit down Will you talk with me now Let me see through your eyes Where there is so much light We are biding our
There's a promise land awaiting But there's mercy in the meantime While we're walking on this ground Between crosses and crowns We stumble and we lose our
heat My niggas watch the street, be it rain, snow or sleet Us niggas gon' eat, makin' troops we creep Losin' the jeep, runnin' on feet, survivin' off The land
time when mother earth Gets laid by father concrete All the trees and all the plants Will have gone there's no comeback Concrete chokes our pleasant lands
the war A pie in the sky we were searching for Our mamas and papas came over and got no respect When they came for work And sent for our brothers and
is yet to see But some day we shall meed again you'll see I'm trying to be strong And try to carry on Only time can heal all my wounds And thought I'
the dark of night Brian Boru, our beloved son Fought the Dane, he fought and won Losy his life at eighty eight Death by a viking blade was his fate Brian Boru, our
dry land, To Him, they were one and the same. He reached out His holy Hand, And healed the sick and the lame. And healed the sick and the lame. Come