MOVED BY MAGNETIC FIELDS COMES THE MYSTIC LAST ECLIPSE IT WILL RIDE THE ZEPHYA PLAINS IN THE EVIL COSMIC NAME ALL THE NIGHTMARES WILL SOON RISE IN THE AGE
bright Anybody can see anytime No-one will want to follow This will be gone tomorrow We enter an age of permanent doubt Where we communicate without words
of your age So the remains, and it ain't even how That Verizon flow, are you hearin' me now? Word to Wasalu, they was sayin' my future was dark I had
no one to weep, It's a picture from life's other side. From Folksinger's Wordbook, Silber Note: Last verse is funny. Anybody know a consistent set of words
they free-pacing [Verse 2] Now, as time goes by He's looking out his window, see some people outside With dark clothes and dark shades And all around
't never been easy June 16, 1971, mama gave birth To a hell raisin' heavenly son See the doctor tried to smack me But I smacked him back My first words
us are priceless to the last These dreams could be our fate of living life too fast And so I say to thee watch the skies above For when the darkness
doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, didn't give a damn Who only wanted Saddam now your hands numb Can't run old age
car ride I spent drinking in the backseat Every stupid melody to every stupid song And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on What difference does this difference in age
Uh, uh, yo, check it, uh These are last words of the hanging slave How can I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails is dirty, look
the worlds built of age are a stage where we act out our lives And the words in the script seem to fit 'cept we have some surprise I just want this to last
Sometimes i slow it down To hear what I haven't heard And when the darkness rolls around I scream out the words His picture's on my wall He looks about my age
stolen. A dark formation in the skies. Unites the powers in her eyes. Her soul's inhaling all the living light. Bringing on the dark, eternal night.
reality that we will either go mad from the revelation or flee into blissful sleep, peace and safety of another new dark age. I'm Mark Edward Smith, these words
wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last
the sun rise driving home across the meadows... All is darkness I can feel myself dissolving The water The water The darkness The darkness
bike past dark window shades, looked down from my roof and not hollered a thing. Can I be so sad and not so close to forgetting last snowfalls time? Precurse seasons cold and come of age