It's a one-horse town One big desert Asphalt desert Asphalt jungle Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold Change for the worse Change nonetheless
THE THRESHOLD (Bill Anderson a?? Chuck Goddard) A« A© '64 Moss Rose Publications A» RECORDED BY CONNIE SMITH Many shoes have taken steps across the threshold
Talk to a man just to get a little work Then you talk to the hand just to get a little jerk Some people die, then they start to get old But I don?t wanna
I can barely bear to be with you tonight I can hardy stand to see you in this light How can I even try to deny it I can barely bear to be with you tonight
You are struggling with intense revolt A thoughtless mind, but not too bold I wonder where you left yer pride To play yer music fuckin' loud You were
... long time ago, before man and even the cosmos was created a battle between the forces of "light" and "darkness" took place... The Ancient Ones ,
Atmosphere is cold Tension cuts like a knife Hazed are the eyes Reflecting shadows of the past Nothing moves - They all just stare. Inner peace is gone
I don't want to see, I don't want to hear I don't want to feel anything, can't you understand Everything I do doesn't stem from you It doesn't have a
This is the sound of the lost The beaten and broken Rising up and finding what has been Taken from us, from the shadows of the past From the depth of
words and music by Arlo Guthrie VERSE: Standing at the threshold of a moment in my life Looking far into the ceaseless wonders of this day Calling from
Inside this life, Under it's spell, I close my eyes, And live to tell. The hands we're dealt, Will never disappear. Death she grows near. CHORUS People
Many shoes have taken steps across the treshold But no shoes were ever crowder than his On the day he carried me across the treshold And gave his brand
i remember where i was just a year ago today. a different classroom, but it seemed the exact same way. i walked in and out and down to the shore. now
eternitity is pressed against my eyelids by brittle fists that i cannot avoid and though each fingers grip has been relentless the moments they just keep
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There are clouds on the horizon Shifting colours, heavy rain High above the roaring thurder Shooting bullets through your brain There's something wicked
