7 For q-dogs, it's 1911 November 17th, underneath the ceilings Behind the walls of ? thurkill hall? [verse two - ? ] This is a family affair, rather a gathering
feel, I'm real When it all happened I was in the lime light News, camera, gaven killer stamina Another year I'm here but forgotten Skin is rotting feeling
Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Gather 'round
blow with my crew This is my medicine When im in pain no one makes me feel better than Mary Jane Im rappin just to make enough paper to gather up my
It was up at Mike's the other night, There was really quite a sight, Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown. Tables were filled with
, dear Darcy had friends That he loved very much He thought it'd be fine, at Christmas time To give each a present or such But Darcy'd forgotten the
know her name 'Cause as long as we can fill our glasses up We will look the other way And it's not that far from here To New Orleans Where the seemingly forgotten
friends and the road has no end and your time is your money and i've got to spend time on the outside of being removed from forgotten theories i never
The three of us have tried 'Cause the Pennsylvania Dutch That we once spoke has been forgotten And the Mormon way of life is almost gone But now and then we gather
style music got you good, oww! Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby It's a ritual time And we need to gather together To embrace what we have forgotten
sun fade away The balladeer, the buccaneer The liar, the man who would be king The cavalier, the profiteer The one who knows only suffering As the cannons gather
has blown me forwards From the sick and stinking harvest I've laid here much too long I feel like an old and restless sailor With his visions long forgotten
. They dwell in the house of tomorrow, Standing so far you'll never visit. For life goes not backward Nor tarries with yesterday... Rain clouds of grey Gather
to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten. Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme; And gather it all
Poetic Loss Turning To The Right: Salvation Outbraving Life The Fear-The Fall-The Nameless....Endless Stride Over Those Final Dreams A Soul Encaged For A Lifetime... Embracing Forgotten
too cold to mention. Though you raise a great commotion - still no-one pays you attention There's no sail on the horizon, when the shark-fins gather near