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The Real Future
The rain has stopped the bell shall toll no more the veils of darkness that shrouded thee shalt shroud eover thee no more.
The girl that waited by the pool smiles no longer at herself yet smiles at the unseen veils of darkness that aproach the graveyard of the old grey church.
Listening on beyond your life she hears the screams of pain from lucifers den of fire Looking onwards beyond the flames she sees the shrivled form of man to be. |
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Tribute ?????????? To describe this man one of the greatest of rock n roll he was a singer and a lyracist and alwyas played his role he had short dark hair and a moustache as well an actors stance anda voice that would sell
From bohemiem rhapsody to the show must go on hit after hit, song after song so rest in peace freddie mercury your voise was our gift you were loved by your fans and us you still live. |
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Lyrcal love
Woman it's been a hard days night but I'm a guitar man and I feel alright Like a bat out of hell I'll stand by you do you wanna dance baby blue
While my guitar gently weeps listen as black elk speaks who needs information me or him, out of the shadows we we#'re living in sin
Now everybody knows you taught me how to cry taking the easy way out I was learning to fly destinys child reaching for someone caught from the air under the sun
we're starting over again two hearts burning falling in love in the air tonight as the tide is turning together forever our love is here to stay an innocent man an angel like you no turning back to yesterday.
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Native pain?
See the red man face his fears see the white man shed no tears see their freedom ripped from their hands see them fall like grains of sand
See their dreams shattered and broken see their land taken and stolen see them hide their children and wives see the white man taking thier lives. |
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The Artist
Standing in the shadows backagainst the wall, arm poised ready to strike he hears the silence call A single beam illuminates the fgure his weapon hung ready for use He releases his poise, takes to arms breaking the weapon loose
An errie sound echoes in the dark hovering for a moment in the air, replaced by a note pure and sweet he cradles his weapon with care
his hands move slowly caressing, his fingers are quick and light music evolving from his hands, from the weapon deep in the night
The light disapears replaced by a roar as the crowd show their grattitude the figure bows his head down low and the weapon screams out the blues. |
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Until
The most beautiful sight I have ever seen, until I looked in your eyes was the rising sun over the hills of greenand when the new born babe cried
I could see no beauty in a wilted flower until I looked in your eyes I could make a minute feel like an hour and follow where the eagle flies
Now I see only beauty and I see only you ever since I looked in your eyes sometimes the time goes by too soon then we have to say our goodbyes. |
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