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Hammill Peter lyrics
Hammill Peter lyrics
"The Comet, The Course, The Tail Lyrics"
All Out Lyrics
Its happening all over The problems that you see Companies striving for profits They know that cannot be Computers are taking over The worlds banking machine
They say we are endowed with Free Will
--at least that justifies our need for indecision.
But between our insticts and the lust to kill
we bow our heads in submission.
They say that no man is an island
but then they say our castles are our homes;
it's felt the choice is ours, between peace and violence
...oh, yes, we choose, alone?
While the comet spreads its tail across the sky
it nowhere near defines the c
nor does it find its own direction.
Though the path of the comet be sure,
its constitution is not,
so its meaning is possibly more
than the tracing of a tail
in one brief shot at glory.
Love and peace and individuality--
so order and society are man-made?
War and hate and dark depravity--
or are we slaves?
Channeling aggressive energies,
the Death Wish and the Will to survive
is that the only way we know that we're alive?
In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same,
whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game;
in the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves
except for outward pomp and circumstance.
There is a time set in the calendar
when all reason seems barely enough
to sustain all the shooting stars:
times are rough.
I'm waiting for some
it feels as though it's long overdue:
maybe a restatement of yesteryear
or something entirely new.
And the knowledge that we gain in part
always leads us closer to the very start,
and to the founding questions:
How can I tell that the road signed to hell
doesn't lead up to heaven?
What can I say when, in some obscure way,
I am my own direction?
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Its happening all over The problems that you see Companies striving for profits They know that cannot be Computers are taking over The worlds banking machine
They say we are endowed with Free Will
--at least that justifies our need for indecision.
But between our insticts and the lust to kill
we bow our heads in submission.
They say that no man is an island
but then they say our castles are our homes;
it's felt the choice is ours, between peace and violence
...oh, yes, we choose, alone?
While the comet spreads its tail across the sky
it nowhere near defines the c
'39 May Lyrics
In the year of '39 assembled here the Volunteers In the days when lands were few Here the ship sailed out into the blue and misty morn The sweetest sight ever seen. And the night followed dau A
ourse it flies,In the year of '39 assembled here the Volunteers In the days when lands were few Here the ship sailed out into the blue and misty morn The sweetest sight ever seen. And the night followed dau A
nor does it find its own direction.
Though the path of the comet be sure,
its constitution is not,
so its meaning is possibly more
than the tracing of a tail
in one brief shot at glory.
Love and peace and individuality--
so order and society are man-made?
War and hate and dark depravity--
or are we slaves?
Channeling aggressive energies,
the Death Wish and the Will to survive
Legions Of The Betrayed Lyrics
In the ruins of my mind I curse your name with hatred I cast you down, throttled With a burden of a thousand sins. As you drown in lakes of my tears Sentenced to
into finding and preserving enemies--In the ruins of my mind I curse your name with hatred I cast you down, throttled With a burden of a thousand sins. As you drown in lakes of my tears Sentenced to
is that the only way we know that we're alive?
In the slaughterhouse all corpses smell the same,
whether queens or pawns or innocents at the game;
in the cemetery a uniform cloaks the graves
except for outward pomp and circumstance.
There is a time set in the calendar
when all reason seems barely enough
to sustain all the shooting stars:
times are rough.
I'm waiting for some
Shes Goin Bald Lyrics
Silken hair, more silken hair Fell on her face and no wind was blowin' (She's goin' bald) Silken hair, more silken hair Lay near her pillbox down at her feet (She'd been on a trip)
hing to happen here,Silken hair, more silken hair Fell on her face and no wind was blowin' (She's goin' bald) Silken hair, more silken hair Lay near her pillbox down at her feet (She'd been on a trip)
it feels as though it's long overdue:
maybe a restatement of yesteryear
or something entirely new.
And the knowledge that we gain in part
always leads us closer to the very start,
and to the founding questions:
How can I tell that the road signed to hell
doesn't lead up to heaven?
What can I say when, in some obscure way,
I am my own direction?
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