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posted on Oct, 11 2021 @ 09:56 PM
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'Black Soul Choir', by 16 Horsepower

No man ever seen the face of his foe, no. He ain't made of flesh and bone.
He's the one who sits up close beside you, girl. And when he's there you are alone.
Every man is evil, yes every man's a liar. Unashamed with the wicked tongues singing In the black soul choir.
Oh, he'll rise in my way.

No man ever seen the face of my Lord, no. Not since He left his skin.
He's the one you keep cold on the outside girl. He's at your door, let Him in.

I will forgive your wrongs. I am able. And for my own, I feel great shame.
I would offer up a brick to the back of your head boy, if I was Cain.







'She Comes To Me In Dreams', by Great Lake Swimmers

I am in an uproar. Are you coming to me?
Just want to run with you. What state are you in now?

Guess you are asleep now. Goodnight for real now. Guess you are asleep now.

She comes to me in dreams. She comes to me in dreams. She comes to me in dreams.

In love with your vision. Show me where to sign on. When I saw you wholly, light exploded in me.

This is a convergence, this is a convergence. This is a convergence.

She comes to me in dreams.

Guess you are asleep now. Goodnight for real now. Guess you are asleep now.

She comes to me in dreams.



'Mother Of Earth', by The Gun Club


I'm going down the river of sadness. I've gone down the river of pain.
In the dark, under the wires, I hear them call my name.

I gave you the key to the highway, and the key to my motel door.
And I'm tired of leaving, and leaving. I cant come back no more.

Oh, my dark-eyed friend, are they calling you again?
Soft voices that speak nothing, speak nothing till the end.

Oh Mother of Earth, the blind they call, but you stay behind the wall.
Their sadness grows like weeds, upon my thighs and knees.

Oh Mother of Earth, the wind is hot. I tried my best, but I could not.
And my eyes speak for me, in this open country.





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