Hey man Evening on the ground And there is no one else around So you will Blame me Blame me for the rocks and baby bones And broken lock on our
Hey man Evening on the ground And there is no one else around So you will Blame me Blame me for the rocks and baby bones And broken lock on our garden
a solo here This song's just six words long This song's just six words long This song's just six words long This song's just six words long This song
is pickin' his tune When our daddy's quit stayin' And our momma's quit prayin' Even the children quit tryin' God must be crying 'Cause even the skies
In the blue of evening When you appear close to me, dear one There in that dusk we'll share a dream reverie In the blue of evening While crickets call
A bittersweet taste of that Forbidden Fruit Entice of Evil -a Serpent in every bosom We lay naked in the wind, in shame & fear exiled into a solitary
[A poem by P.B. Shelley (1792-1822)] Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human
Darkness devours me again the whirling, black depth of abyssmal night And he stands before me like a dreadful prophet like some ancient Mysteriarch O
What luminous galaxies have been thy prey O, all-consuming, restrainless Space? What gyres of planets sunk in thy voidness absolute O, indivisible infinity
I remember this world being so young and the land dressed in silvery gown The Seven Moons, like proud giants were glittering on scented empyrean With
Under the winter sky, as Earth relapses into sleep the veil of despair falls like a tired vernal leaf As darkness conquers the moon, all the dreams
How long have we sought after the forbidden gate that opens into unknown spheres? How long have we fathomed the sky for the star-pinioned gods of Space
(The self-begotten deity) The steadfast Earth shuddered roaring fires ran over heavens in tears & howling embodied a female form: Mother of all beings
Where have you gone, O, old Gods of Earth what far, planet-paven ways doth you walk? Upon the marginless sky, where once your chariots rolled now a cruel
Ruler of my dreams, angelic being calm me down at last Bury me among clads of shallow graves or raise me above the enchanting clouds Swallow me the
The moon has thrown her pall to look down to our dying land and she spills a silver tear for us for our long dead heaven as we're lying in the great
A serpent slumbers in the garden of innocence hidden from cherubs' glowing eyes Father of lust, sentinel of knowledge who saw the angels learning to
Beyond the heaven's warm and velvet mist wouneded by the thorns of existence I'm waiting my last sunset in my winterforst palace I'll dream of you
