to see They see the path of our lives The heart is there to feel It feels the energy of all time I can see it I can feel it This is my waking hour
Traduction: The Gathering. Heures d'éveil.
made to see They see the path of our lives The heart is there to feel It feels the energy of all time I can see it I can feel it This is my waking hour
Come gather 'round friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches
don't be fooled when you see me smile a lot cuz I'll go punk rock Blow up your whole block Wake Up Wake up motherfucker wake up I don't give a fuck motherfucker wake
sorrow, sea of joy and laughter, forgetting for an hour But we both know that Real change comes from action and depends more on what we do when we wake
(B. Dylan) Come gather 'round friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. But the cardboard filled windows And old men on
of causalities People now gather me I?m the D-L-O-C And I?ll I do is smoke weed. Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another
to see They see the paths of our lives The heart is there to feel It feels the energy of our time I can see it I can feel it This is my waking hour
Come gather 'round, friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches Tell
don't be fooled when you see me smile a lot 'cause I'll go punk rock Blow up your whole block Wake Up Wake up motherfucker wake up I don't give a fuck motherfucker wake
know it's hot as Hades Love to all the fam-a-lam I scrambled in the eghties Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the hour went I stack mint
will shoot you where you stand I've walked a million miles Upon an open road And once in every while Without the will to carry on Hours held me too long
to the people sleepin' You better wake up Take up the whole make up Insert the data a matter of fact Scatter the chatter of every lop Who gather in flocks
My crew My crew My crew My crew Yo, yo, now now, now now When I wake up before I gather up my pens I shine up my fronts, I give a Dutch for all my mens
the heart The search lights drove through Heaven's doors and blew them far apart A few miles north on the Hudson river we've gathered for a sort of wake
