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In a street of many colors Dripping rain and running water Galli said to Mr. Troster Have you found your seven sons Yes I have for that conclusion He was suffering from delusion From an honorable institution And he came very close to losing And I know the one that's choosing Any name you've been perusing And he walked down in the gardens Said to prosper (Chorus) And you take his hand when he starts crying 'Cause he's lost his band from too much flying In his manhole covered wagon in the morning yeah So now Fanny is resting easy On a crocheted quilt in town Making love to Johnny Colter In his home outside the sound And they're thinking of creation With their gathering elation So to populate the nation With a thought to emancipation And a silent exclamation With its current constipation And its dead-set against malasian Kind of thinking (Chorus) Then he spoke to all his children Said we're building up the brawl Just you keep your fists from flying In its holographic cause And bring your love and guitars While we sit and count the stars And talk about faith among us Without visiting any bars Mr. Troster replies to Galli Among the bright and heavy cars And the truth about life among us That it's trying very hard (Chorus) |
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In the consecrated chambers
Of a mountain's winter day I left her at the turning To go on her seeking way To pass o'er meadows green and bare Or brown as her auburn hair O'er all the waters on the face of the earth To find that I really care And the myriad reflections of myself In her buttons on her oversize navy coat But only reflections and never an image In her mind's unfathomable moat But some castles where she wanders Are yet crumbling into dust In this house of visions, on top of the hill The glass has turned to rust So never again will I look in her eyes Nor shall she hear my voice But I hope she will find a better man To love him and rejoice And he will turn the secret key Nay, I know it's not up to him But somehow in his words and love Answer her every whim So seek ye lass for what you wish But in your troubled heart And let not your mind race ahead of your breast For the quicker shall you part And wait for the click that you speak dear of And never will you run Light will splinter through open clouds And you'll look straight at a face like the sun |
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In the days of tomorrow In the time of the passing years I will look through my window And my window will see my tears And the green rocky hillsides Are the shade of a lonely man And the blue ever changing Sea of gold lends a helping hand In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again, see again In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again See again, see again See again, see again See again |
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In the days of tomorrow In the time of the passing years I will look through my window And my window will see my tears And the green rocky hillsides Are the shade of a lonely man And the blue ever changing Sea of gold lends a helping hand In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again, see again In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again See again, see again See again, see again See again |
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Lovely lady Never shady Running up the mountain side Purple brocade Woolen top coat She cast away her useless pride On her own Her soul has grown To bring about her peace of mind In her hand A lovely land To help her look and search and find Swirling forms of tantric art Are filling out her schedule planned And she's without a man Woman blonde Climbing on To reach a level in her heart It's the same Without a name You're doing fine with a running start In the door You'll work some more You're finding where it's at for sure Every other day It will pay You'll love to live and be the way You feel the start of day You'll be sad It won't be bad But you can get away from that Crystal facet Not an asset You have your friend the jet black cat He will follow Crying hollow Scratch his head and stroke his ear He will bring you in your love now Ever close and ever near And you will feel no fear I am glad It's now a fad But there are some who won't go on Full expression No suppression But she is strong The woman blond Lovely lady Never shady Running o'er volcanic land Make your curry Never worry It is settled in your plan And you will find your man |
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She was cleaning her house When a temple souse Came knocking at her purple door Saying wait right here Cause the cycle's near And we can communicate some more And the very last session Gives a good impression Of the things that are to come Like a laser beam rays And Confucius says On earth thy will be done And like an ion sun You're on the run And capable of causing fun, summer sun Now old King Kong Is a merry old song And it goes on the twenty-three hour And like a diamond is ice With pale fire thrice And you've gained your gentle powers And a kiss to the mind Like lacquer thinned To emulate a fine violin Brings a silent range to your subtle change Or more commonly yclept being And your double track sphere Is uncommonly clear And it outshines all the seas and all the seething And spun gold hair Is your common flair For covering what makes your art And a small detail Is a billowing sail And you've just begun to start And an elephant book Is but one outlook Yet it lacks not a thing in size And the etiquette of grass Will have to last And we'll save it for the very last prize And the utilization Makes a unified nation We may see it with our very own eyes, very own eyes And the vestiges of an air hammer Received with the coming light And the moon wanes Over the looming crags With its silver bluish light She came with the grace of an angel here And her melting doelike eyes In her velvet dress Like the soul she is As open as the starry skies And we made love in the morning With the red sky dawning And our souls merging into one And the olive trees Had a gentle breeze When she took her silent leave We made love in the morning With the red sky dawning And our souls merging into one And the olive trees Had a lovely breeze When she took her silent leave And then was gone |
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