Here I lie On my own in a separate sky... Here I lie On my own in a separate sky... I don't want to die On my own, here, tonight Here I lie On my
In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields Some are born too pretty, some are born too real Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal Some ground
When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in my cradle In those old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock
I left my old home to ramble this country My mother and dad said, "Son don't go wrong Remember that God will always watch over you And we will be waiting
When I was a little bitty baby My mama done rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from
Who's a little Caesar Taking all the world Who's a little Caesar Breaking all the records Who's a little Caesar Who's a little Caesar Who's a little
I wrote this song years ago Late at night somewhere On the Goldhawk Road I was never sure how or why Before the war and the tidal wave Engulfed us all
Oh, the sun rolls down big as a miracle And fades from the Midwest sky And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze As if to say goodbye Oh my grandfather
Lookin' up the sleeve of confidence, I jump down from the fence Been a long time since I've felt this way, let the feeling stay Reaching for the arms
Well they left then in the mornin' A hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together In the colors of the mornin' I looked to the clouds in the cirrus
Know what I'm sayin' Think you got it figured out by now Yo, yo If first you don't succeed try, try again Step up to the mic and die again This is the
Flowers are nice, flowers are pretty So I took a ride away from the city Stories I'd heard of mystery and magic Traveling caravans left me enchanted
When day is gone the night is dusk Grotesquely dark, hostilely ancient Territories in obscurity. The utter darkness descends Something wild possesses
...And world just an echo of notes Sound in divine suite of creation Cosmic art, unbegun, interstellar accord ...Essenial... Macrocosm, Septenary structure
Earth... Another perfect form The spiral satellite of the sun Consciousness forlorn Upon it's face- Race, divinities perverse With lancet which's my eyes
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Behold, let's vision take your heart Garden, where iron like father Reminds brothers of their consanguinity, averting bloodshed Where beasts, tired of
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