a nap To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada. I gotta say thank you to Diet Fade, Imagine Yellow Suns Everyone out at Band is Dead Kevin
songs, thoughts, and lyrics. If I could live through you for just one day of my life of my dead love If I could hold on to just one memory of my dead
up. Reminiscing just how bad he sucked, singing Throw him in the river. Throw him in the river. Throw him in the river. Throw the bastard in the river
South of the river's mouth Migration slopes slowly towards mainland. There, the salt air Fills the gills of the dead bait in hand. The deep is in riot
black man in the cell doing time My name's on my chest number 6639 If I gotta die, king george ain't scared With a bald head, I be better of dead Chorus
little white flag waggling Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer Back to back like Mad Hatter magic Rabid mastif collaborative Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit (Dark days) Banded
hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes climate Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead
Our lives are hanging in the balance Or they're dangling by a thread A spark of life brought down from an angel To raise the stranger from the dead Once
While I go over it in my head Walk through those doors and stand there staring And there ain't one soul that's in there dead My hand stays out, I keep
Roses are red The seed has been spread Three can keep a secret If two of them's dead Blood on their hands Cuts family bands Not enough life without Been
in a long haired rock 'n' roll band Through the years and miles between us it's been a long and lonely ride But if I got that call in the dead of the
Havin' a nationwide festival for fourteen days and nights Ah, there's fifty four bands on a river boat spot in the lights Hundred of vans and tents all
I swear it's heaven Oh, sweet Mary Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that band In rivers
She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She taught the young boy everything he needed to know. All about the land, and the woods and the rivers, and
to the band and rise up Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Oh, come on the
Yeah How 'bout a little fiddle? That sounds good Cut off Wranglers an' bikinis on the Rarrow Bridge Dive into the river then climb up an' jump again
el dorado grande She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun" From small things, mama, big things one day come She shot him dead
I walked green miles of jungle I walked through yellow miles of pain I crossed starvation's desert watched dead rivers swell with rain the song of