Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Jack Bruce (b1943)

Candlelight (Bruce/Seyffer) Sony ATV Music Publishing Ltd.

I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine
We suffer so much pain under the sundown’s evening wing
It’s either feeling death straight ahead or sunshine peeling our skin
It’s either warm or cold -
That dusty death and the sunshine’s soft peeling

CHORUS
My love - where are you?
Why have you left me at the bottom of the hill -
My love why are you
where you can’t get me anymore -
The sunshine peels your skin
The dance of death is on its way

I wish you could shine a healing candlelight over her life and mine
It’s either falling down that cliff or gliding on the eagle’s wing
It’s either living in a spaceship or a submarine
Or sunshine peeling our skin
I’m either warm or cold
That sting of death denying

CHORUS

O help us sunshine
O help us sunshine
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