* Autumn has come to rest In her garden Come to paint the trees with emptiness And no pardon So many things have come undone Like the leaves on the ground
Autumn has come to rest in her garden Come to paint the trees with emptiness and no pardon So many things have come undone, like the leaves on the ground
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The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king
air, fire, earth and water, world on the scales Air, fire, earth and water, balance of change World on the scales on the scales Bishop's kings spin
Sundown dazzling day Gold through my eyes But my eyes turned within only see Starless and bible black Ice blue silver sky Fades into gray To a gray hope
Cat's foot iron claw Neurosurgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty first century schizoid man Blood rack, barbed wire Politicians, funeral
Long ago and far away in a different age When I was a dumb young guy Fossilized photos of my life then Illustrate what an easy prey I must have been
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart
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Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore line Cornered by the cactus and the pine Here I wander, where sweet sage and strange herbs grow Down a sun
you always make Easy money With your figure and your face Strutting out at every race Throw a glass around the place Show the color of your crimson
A flower lady's daughter As sweet as holy water Said, "I'm a school reporter Please teach me", well, I taught her Two fingered levi'd sister Said, "Peace
Tears of joy at the birth of a brother Never alone from that time Sixteen years through knife fights and danger Strangely why his life, not mine West
Well, first of all I couldn't even see his face I couldn't see his face He was holding a gun in his hand Umm, I was thinking This is a dangerous place
Health food fagot with a bartered bride Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride Once had a friend with a cloven foot Once he called the tune in a chequered
I do remember one thing It took hours and hours but By the time I was done with it I was so involved, I didn't know what to think I carried it around