hey... I've ran on the mountain with no guilt of my own, The trees and the rocks, every cave, every hole I dropped them a line "mountain will blow in your
silence - terrible tranquillity Cold eyes starin' far away Mirrors of mourning, nothing else Blinded by grief they are...everyone Awaitin' your final
understand I'm just a man, not the univeral architect We tread the face of this heavenly place, and show respect Tokyo, raise your hands, where you at? Osaka, raise your
, years went by before I broke down her front Before she left, that angel beat me so bad, I swore it was Altamont And now your stories will not fill what
gentleborn beloved you kindness always kindness always i hear the sound the sound she's left me i stood her ground no they've swayed me wrapped tight inside your
know no better thang So go 'head and, diss it, while real hop-hippers listen Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your potnah Gather your thoughts
bereft of trees. - Small. A speck in the wide blue sea. 'Tis the last of all the land. A dweller upon our lonesome isle, the last, lonely man? - By
dice hear you breathing just twice... ...tomorrow we die... The poem so neat so pure and weak Beloved by a breeze, singed through a tree ...
`s passing me by Why now? It`s time to say farewell Leaves fall from the dying tree again Emotions brought to life By me My dearest pigeon is mournful
call me what you will your master, your whore. Call me brother, color me red and the sun stone grey. When I'm standing by your side tell me your story
loose In a tree of wisdom they put a noose Chaos I Breath it's my last sigh I'll hang this child into tree of life [Lyrics by Jan Kuhanen]
entrusted to an orphan boy that e'er was by his side. And when his daughter came of age there were suitors by the score but one by one she bade them
beloved wife lay dead. He hunted o'er the moors by day with the falcon that was his pride entrusted to an orphan boy that e'er was by his side. And when
Down by the well There I shall meet Thee An orchid in your hair The well near the olive tree And our sole place to meet Alas only brief Our patriarchs