Newsgroup: it.arti.musica.rock
Titolo: [lyr] as the world dies, the eyes of god grow bigger

Descended from Emerson, into this life
Falling, falling, falling into my seventh life
My father rode a motorcycle naked in the rain
Mother, a flower girl, blonde and 18
Three long days in the Colorado jail
Seven months pregnant, on the western trail
She met El in San Francisco, so it goes
(She met El in San Francisco, yeah so it goes)
Elwyn was out of his head, speed up his nose
Mother met a second man, by chance
She remembered from a hometown high school dance
The night they got to fighting, man’s arms, they let me fall
My head hit the concrete floor, I didn’t move at all
My mom hysterical, thinking I was dead
She ran into the street, scared out of her head
I watched the stars in the heavens for a while
Then I came around for good, but not with a smile
Moved home to the valley where the hippies conspire
Even my grandma loved to get high
My father dosed liquid LSD
Fried his mind for years to come, look what it’s done to me
The breakup ensued, I held my baby brother’s hand
I held my baby brother’s hand
The nights that followed, footsteps could be heard
(The nights that followed in the house, footsteps could be heard)
No one on the second floor ‘cept spirits I have learned
Mom and her best friend said, "It’s time to go"
To Aroyo Hondo, New Mexico
Adobe huts, I recall every gathering adobe
I was hungry in the desert; I wanted to go home
Morning I awoke; I was all alone
(But I walked outside I realized)
No one but a fucking geek to share the dusty home
(No one was there; I thought I would die)
As I walked outside I realized
(Time stood still; I watched the dome)
No one was there; I thought I would die
(Then the bug came back, tears in my throat)
Time stood still as I watched the goat
(Next thing I knew I was in public school)
The nurse of a new bug came back; tears in my throat
(It wasn’t much, but it followed the rules)
Next thing I knew I was in public school
(Sat alone; stood alone)
It wasn’t much, but it followed the rules
(Tried my best to understand my broken home)
Sat alone; stood alone
(I got to watch my poor mother cry)
Tried to understand my broken home
(Empty, exposed to all she felt inside)
I got to watch my poor mother cry
(And then I hear these hippies philosophize)
Empty, exposed to all she felt inside
And hear these hippies philosophize
And dreaming of the commune in the sky
(Too many changing partners at different times
Brothers and sisters, don’t get too close
And dreaming of the commune in the sky
And mother waves him goodbye, so I’m left here on my puzzle with nobody’s
help)
Boycott society, then the kids can’t socialize
(My faith is my strength, living in hell)
We had a cat named "Hope" and soon it died
(Thinking about our locks too thin, wondering if I’m at all like him)
There were nervous breakdowns every day, numerous crises games
(Before the flood, before the flood, of blood, I’m dead serious, you just
you wait)
Parents like to play, too many changing partners
(The Nazi Klan looked like 6)
At different times
(The plan is well underway)
Brothers and sisters, don’t get too close
(Those who crossed me are cursed, will see fewer days)
Another routine goodbye
(You’ll listen to me; let’s kill in the street)
So I’m workin’ on my puzzle with nobody’s help
(You made a big mistake so just you fuckin’, livin in hell, El)
My faith is my strength because I’m living in hell, thinkin’ about hell,
Locked in the bin, wondering if I’m at all like him
Before the flood, before the flood of blood
I’m dead serious, so just you wait
The Manson Klan will look like saints
(The Nazi Klan will look like saints)
The plan’s well underway, those who crossed me will see fewer days
(The plan’s well underway, those who crossed me are cursed)
You’re wastable to me; you’re roadkill in the street
(Just you wait, you will see fewer days)
You’re so wastable to me, like the roadkill in the street; you made a big
mistake
(Satan)
So just you fucking wait
(Satan)
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls
(Satan; Satan)
Dear friends, goodbye, needlessly you fuck with me; now you’re gonna die
Blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the
walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls; blood on
the walls; blood on the walls; blood on the walls
(Satan; Satan; Satan; Satan)
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Bogus [SOFFT#9]
http://iamr.cjb.net
*Mi hanno assicurato che la politica estera cinese è una conseguenza
dell'arte di Mozart*

The Manson Klan will look like saints
orribile confusione delle antitesi, tipico del PoMo.
s
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orribile confusione delle antitesi, tipico del PoMo.
ma non solo quella frase lě, tutta la canzone. č quello il senso (no?)

Bogus ha scritto:
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Pardon, non volevo intervenire...io capisco solo gli anni 60/70.
bye s
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Pardon, non volevo intervenire...io capisco solo gli anni 60/70.
ma vaaa. credevo la conoscessi la canzone, nel 93 ancora non eri così
rincitrul...nostalgico ;-PPPPP

ma vaaa. credevo la conoscessi la canzone, nel 93
I'm the king of amnesia..
s
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più che altro, credo che piuttosto che far girare Sebadoh sul piatto,
preferisca qualche televendita sui canaletti regionali :-))