The moon begins to rise upon my fallen eyes I'm taken back to firelight A drunken dreamer's plan to stay just as I am Amidst the dancing paradise A case
The moon begins to rise upon my fallen eyes I'm taken back to firelight A drunken dreamer's plan to stay just as I am Amidst the dancing paradise
Translation: America. Moon Song.
[Intro: Killah Priest] Uh.. Black August Good Morning America It's Killah Priest back at ya I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh Priesthood, Big U in the
: 'neath that diry Hong Kong moon Albert: 'neath that old plantation moon. (while Rosie and Albert sing "America", chorus sings the conrad theme song-
postcard this would make of America It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride in a Chevrolet It's a man on the moon and fireflies
was very serious. I mean these songs now are just piddley folk songs. But back then these songs were controversial. These was radical, almost revolutionary songs
When life was just empty rooms For company I'd talk to the moon I danced along to my own song That no one could hear When nights were silent and
for one, it's no fun When you have to spend a day Without her, do do do... Without her, do do do... We burst the pretty balloon took us to the moon
got a way to end you problems soon Well we'll bring home every one of our boys pull out our biggest baddest toys and blow you crazy bastards to the moon
with stone and titanium Gyros, hun blood and oil flow as one Mental powers override iron fist and blade tongue The bronx don, with bomb songs, hit hong
I'll sing you a song, Lullaby, sleep until dawn. The cricket's serenade echoes softly through the night. The stars are on the lake, and the moon is shining
the air Oh the new children dance I am young all around the balloons I will live swaying by chance I am strong to the breeze from the moon I can give
Street choir, sing me the song for the new day Don't make it long and remember to sing it the old way Let it all out, let your voice ring in the street
Artist: Tangerine Dream Song: London Album: Tyger LONDON (poem of William Blake [1757-1827]) I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter
