Loved that (Clams Casino - Natural) .....................you link some fine grooves there and Slayer and many more of course.........really enjoying
this music thread. Thanks for the good rides all of you.
edit on 29-4-2013 by Elemetia because: (no reason given)
Under the ruins of a walled city
Crumbling towers and beams of yellow light
No flags of truce, no cries of pity
The siege guns had been pounding all through the night
It took a day to build the city
We walked through its streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the lands I'd known
I recognized the fields where I'd once played
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
Then I went off to fight some battle
That I'd invented inside my head
Away so long for years and years
You probably thought or even wished that I was dead
While the armies are all sleeping
Beneath the tattered flag we'd made
I had to stop in my track for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
This prison has now become your home
A sentence you seem prepared to pay
It took a day to build the city
We walked through its streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the lands I'd known
I recognized the fields where I'd once played
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
You sing for me my friend,
Brave and confident,
And there is comfort between your breaths,
A naive sense to help.
But when the days beneath me,
Scream into my present,
I must always run the race on my own.
Your warmth is in my bed,
Your voice above the stairs,
And when the touching becomes regret,
Becomes my mercy chair.
Even when the sun is burning,
Saving graces,
I must always run the race on my own.
Oh the sinking and decent,
Of every sailing word.
And the destruction of all convention,
And all corrupted thought,
Dig their nails into my optimistic shell,
I must always run the race on my own.
I must always run the race on my own.
I must always run the race on my own
edit on 30-4-2013 by sonnny1 because: (no reason given)