You know how it feels To roll away like a stone And sing like a dove That's found its way home The filth on the ground Or washed up on the shore We try
Isn't it funny how you never really screamed at my face, but your anger so unspoken and unchannelled permeates my essence to the point where I Don't want
Urban enzyme digest slowly Eating crust and crouton wholly Cut up news with froth and frolic Hero doomed and alcoholic Not a picture prized or pretty
Work through joy through work The goddess of religion, dogma and guilt Poor me start joyful destiny, respite guilt free passion Grant fear of freedom
I see love and beauty all around, I also see the sadness that's embedded in your frown I wonder why you choose not to talk to those who surround, I sense
I knew you, before you entered through the deadly door It's eaten away at you, it's given you the itch You're dreaming of returning but you don't think
A weapon of fire, emotions mistrust And they're still lying, they won't be to pushed Call me to freedom, too much to bear Take me to reason and I'll fly
I can't help waiting deliberating, depths of age pale away and I am trying to rediscover the wide-eyed beauty of the first glance and you can take what
Save me from the judgement of a fool, save me from dressing down the rich man Save me from the judge's writing tool, releasing now An aptitude for anything
It's four past the shaking hands And the house is shouting And the wide ocean's smile Is two mountains away If the burning laughter refracts out the
Floating in calm waves Silence and no shame Send me to the ether world Wash it down with salt Time honored deals and virtues unspoken The nature of the
She always said it was difficult to be jealous Of something that wasn't really there I thought I knew love but I was simply trying to convince myself
an old lady helps me as I'm crossing the road she sees the direction and the weight of my load she points to a man taking peace to the poor and a record
Polyserena, I'm starving to feed you I'll be back from what I've been to Not sad, not crying, in the moments of your hiding You'd swear that I was screaming
Vertaling: George Fox. Polyserena.
Vertaling: George. Polyserena (Live).
Vertaling: George. Polyserena.
