path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir
(Led Zeppelin) Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face Stars to fill my dream. I am a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been. To sit
the path that led me to that place Yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon Will return again Sure as the dust that floats b'hind you When movin' through Kashmir
I've past that little black building down on the corner so many times and I often wondered if anyone lived there. it looked like an empty dwelling
that led me to that place Yellow desert screen My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June When movin' through Kashmir
path that led me to that place Yellow desert screams My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon; I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June When movin' through Kashmir
't talk of the costs With a mouthful of wasps Time is up, so let them all fly Up in the sky. Yes, I was taught among your kind Kashmir Mouthful Of Wasps
I know how it feels when you're here puts the heat in the air when you're near but I will never know whats going on below skin, bones and hair I'd fall
Brakes on, please Brakes on, please Focus, freez Ain't no other bitch in this world dealer than me C'mon, I got too much of a lead And at your speed
the eggs you threw with eyes of dew and fall your talk of loom your tits in bloom and all sensational, imperial! the compromises you would never make
she made art of me she made my day the spanish way people came to see the art of me the disagree between you and I- can never walk nor even talk I'm
once I was taught to fly but someone kept me in his eye my wings were burnt and for a while I cried but now I'm in the air again and headed for a better
Fred did go long but he did not go all the way siezed every day though his surfboard sank in the bay loaded his mind with a sauce spiced in all he found
I pick you up on monday morning in the street and all you have to do is fall into the seat now the time has come for us time for us to go turn ourselves
sometimes the girl is here with her indigo eyes and her brand new gear she won't stay for long and she has to walk straight home patience, time comes,
the lonely loonies on the playground reveal their shadows to the day they crash in planes on smack and weird sounds and leaves us gold upon their graves
you know what it means that you'll soon be off but you don't know where to - and what comes before you thought there'd be so much more but the good films
