know the sound that says "nothing again". What then? The hours go past, my say is real, they say only pretend. Timing. Wait for that day, for my good. Timing
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I know the sound that says "nothing again". What then? The hours go past, my say is real, they say only pretend. Timing. Wait for that day, for my good. Timing
He went racing down the halls Eurydice was still asleep in bed Like a sack of cannonballs O Mamma O Mamma Look what I've made, cried Orpheus And he plucked a gentle
Mountain time, mountain date. Hope to be there, before it's late I need to see you, looking fine. Gotta be there, mountain time Mountain time, mountain
no one in particular, footloose, adventure still No thoughts for reasons, he does all he's doing Has time to kill and still he's killing the time Sundowner
wants to flock A beautiful yours, a beautiful mine One's so enlightened; one's so divine The planet's hour line, all devoid of time A beautiful mind
up in car garages Cadillac spin, open magazines, vibe again You're jealous stare lickin, paws like you're rin-tin-tin I'm back again, I stop your programs like gentle
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
stranger Now she withdraws at the slightest touch Like an animal that's beaten one time too much But it was not an angry hand that hurt her so It was a gentle
He went racing down the halls Eurydice was still asleep in bed Like a sack of cannonballs Oh mama, oh mama "Look what I've made", cried Orpheus And he plucked a gentle
stranger Now, she withdraws at the slightest touch Like an animal that's beaten one time too much But it was not an angry hand that hurt her so It was a gentle
times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three and call for the police But there's a time
the walls, Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people. Why is it that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule
time I'm shifting along Though I sing a sweet song We'll murder in the streets where I be livin' I'm closing my eyes Don't want to see killin', no Gentle giants
I were rich, and if I had an aeroplane with giant wings, and funky old propeller things. I would fly right by your place, and pick you up with gentle
dreams are but of her And let the moon reside over us tonight, like embracing lovers Its gentle solace warms me with its light As giant trees shed their
spinning in the breeze The giants seem much smaller here, now I'm living in my dreams I love the spirit's voice, it's teaching me to fly It's time for
