the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where mary dunoon's boy fell Easter here again A time for the blind to see Easter Surely now can all
Once upon a time, a record company had A&R people in it who would take a chance, make a decision, use their gut reaction, sign a group, and see what they
Act III SCENE SEVENTEEN WATERMELON IN EASTER HAY CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...Joe has just worked himself into an imaginary
Easter Sunday, we were walking. Easter Sunday, we were talking. Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella
Hold on to this There?s something crawling up my wrist I think it?s dying Bless the Lord I can?t think straight anymore You won?t see me crying
's East At Easter All across the land it's East At Easter Things will lighten up the sky, East At Easter Things will lighten up the sky, East At Easter
day before Easter comes But I won?t let Jesus find me I walk I eat I sleep In these streets I may be found Alive or dead or just reborn One day before Easter
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life, we'd applaud her new life Easter... in her bonnet Easter... in her hair Easter... are the ribbons She ties everywhere Stage left Enter Easter
We explore the men's room We don't give a shit Ladies lost electricity Take vows inside of it Desire to dance, too startled to try Wrap my legs 'round
Easter Sunday, we were walking Easter Sunday, we were talking Isabel, my little one, take my hand Time has come Isabella, all is glowing Isabella, all
Raise the sky We got to fly over the land, over the sea Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise God, do not seize me please till victory Take arms, take
Every Sunday I will go down to the bar And leave him the guitar You say you want me I want another Say you dream of me Dream of your brother Oh, the
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news Souls are invaded, heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin', so outta time What's the mad matter with the church chimes
(Greg) Won't you try to come down They all said they'd be here You know you've been to every gathering Stretching out the years You haven't said anything
Engine's running hot But now it's burnin' down Everyone says that this is going well But I can hear every sound Four gray walls Make it all seem right
