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| Walking down the shadowed way, life goes on another day strange women gather in the darkness, to each his own a sidewalk princess......................... falling stars...a mirror likeness mind to the ground....is this for real painted plastic fakeness...is it all for real? Dissillusion through iceberg eyes, iron bars graced darken skies short skirts and spiked heels, barbed wire and electric eels................ Femme-la-Strange are you deranged? or just a babe in toyland? on the merry-go-round its ups and downs, all an oriental Thailand...... |
| FEMME-LA-STRANGE |
| Strange twist of fate, enter my life Rain falling down, rusting the knife Sparks from the lines, blinding my eyes Can't fight fear, when the truth lies.....sequence of fate..... Fading quietly, the rude awakening Falling gently, the tears of clouds Splashes of moods, litter the ground Constant changes, graphics of life......sequence of fate....... |
| SEQUENCE OF FATE |
| The crystal ball invades your future, the mystic graph of life's illusion tells it all, praise the numbers....tales of fortune for quiet slumbers.... Dark passages, smoking torch lit, hidden corriodors deep in your mind shake the cobwebs, sample and hold....tales of fortune beyond control.. Strange rumors float in the air, mind of whirlwinds lost in dispair take it deep, deep inside....tales of fortune shadow the eye..... White hot light, yields from the east, bleeding, burning, hail to the beast rip that skin, break those bones....tales of fortune, fortune of stone.... |
| TALES OF FORTUNE |
| Clouds gathering in their masses, beating down the trampled grasses Sheets of rain blind the weary, dampen spirits cold and bleary Huddled in their sullen dreams, bleak eyes show no needs.... Does the future look so grey, opression rules your every day Hidden somewhere deep inside, a tiny hope shown thru the eyes.... Sound of women crying in the east, military caravans travel the streets Fires burn screams call for peace, looking thru a window i see and hear this These grey clouds may never pass, but the burning in my soul will last... When can i rest my soul, in this land of forbidden gold, dreay times will pass on, the sky will part i see the sun... Thru eyes that long to see it pass, the iron rule that's come to last Thru ears that hear the cry of pain, no difference, no loss, no gain.... Thru lips that tremble in silent fear, whispers in tones unclear.... Rain shields the grey skys, like a hood upon unyielding eyes A heavy hand upon our lives, impressing it''s will into our minds... Faces of grey, eyes of opression, Faces of grey, living in depression Faces of grey, iron rule subjection, Faces of grey, silently scream objection. |
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