Ratdog PGH PA. Nov 08.

Standing on the moon, with nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven, but I would rather be with you
A lovely view of heaven, but I would rather be with you
Be with you
Be with you...

 

Same old friends the wind and rain
Winter gray and fallin rain
(Summers fade and roses die)
We'll see summer come again
(Gonna see a change)
Darkness falls and seasons change
(Gonna happen every time)
Same old friends the wind and rain
(Like a song that's born to fly)

 

Great show in pa.

 

If, what, when, and where and how
Told at the proper time
Big black wings beat at the wind
But they don't hardly climb
There's a silver ocean
Silver clouds on a silver sea
A bird on the horizon
Silver wingin back to me

 

But it's alright cause I love you, and that's not gonna change
Run me round, make me hurt again and again
But I'll still sing you love songs written in the letters of your name
Brave the storm to come, for it surely looks like rain

 

And I'll call down thunder and speak the same.
My word fills the sky with flame.
Might and glory gonna be my name.
Yes and they gonna light my way.

 

Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim save one that's bright
Spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best
From the northwest corner of a brand new crescent moon
Crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune:

 

She never stumble
Got no place to fall
She never stumble
Got no place to fall
Yes she's nobody's child
The law can't touch you at all

 

Newspaper men eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Some day everything's gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece
Some day everything's gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece
When I paint my masterpiece

 

Heard the sounds of thunder, it roared out a warning,
Heard the sound of a wave that could drown the whole world,
I heard 10,000 drummers whose hands were all blazing,
I heard 10,000 whispering and nobody listening,
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing,
I heard the song of the poet who died in the gutter,
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley.

 

Saw a newborn babe with wild wolves around it,
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that keep dripping,
I saw a roomful of men and their hammers were bleeding,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw 10,000 talkers, nobody listening,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of small children

 

Well I'm going back out before the rain starts to fall,
And I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, none, none is the number,
And I'll tell it and I'll speak it and I'll think it and I'll read it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the wall till I start sinking

And I'll know my song well before I start singing

 

Hear the sea birds cryin
And there's a ghost wind blowin
And it's callin you to that misty swirlin sea
Til the chains of your dreams are broken
No place in this world you can be

 

Well the music's thurndering
We're reckless and hot
Keep shootin me looks across the room
And I can't stop wondering
Just what'cha got
Get the feelin I'm gonna find out real soon

 

Wish you were naked
Wish you were wholesome and sincere
Wish I could fake it
Wish I were anywhere but here

Even so
You sure make yes look like no
Even so
Yeah but I don't know
I don't know...

 

Well now baby used to stay out all night long
She made me cry, child, she done me wrong
Hurt my nose upon, baby, that's no lie
Tables are turnin, now it's her turn to cry

Cause I used to love her, but it's all over now
Yes and I used to love her, but it's all over now
Yes and I used to love her, but it's all over now!!!!!!


And I couldnt be happier.. :cheers2:

 

The other night, my soul hit the pavement
And I looked up, and I didn't have eyes
To see the joy, the beauty, and the tenderness
Reasons why a man's alive

Sometimes a darkness falls upon the spirit
And it gets dark like there ain't never been light
Maybe angels sing, but you don't want to hear it
That inner flame ain't burning so bright

And you'll find no saints here
Going gets this rough
But you may find grace
If you're lucky enough

Every love has a hole in the middle
Where the wickedness always survives
Eats at your soul, well, maybe just a little
And then it gets as big as the night

It doesn't matter how much you show her
Sure don't matter what she's trying to show you
When you can't feel it, love seems to scatter
Cause precious little gonna see you through

And we're going on faith here
And all of that kind of stuff
And even grace
If we're lucky enough

There's a line you can hold
Through the separateness and sin
Open up your soul
Let the sky fall in

The deepest journeys pass through the wilderness
The desert where the burning question resides
To taste the magic, you must first suck the emptiness
From a cup that is always dry

Inside the silence and total aridity
Where the horizon is a perfect line
Lies a drought that precedes the humidity
Of simple grace that pours like wine

And you'll find no saints here
None of that kind of stuff
And you may find grace
If you're lucky enough
Lucky enough...

Well you may find grace
If you're lucky, lucky enough...

Well you may find grace

 

Now you wouldn't think to look at him,
But he was famous long ago,
For playing the electric violin on,
Desolation Row.

 

Safe to say you like this band eh

 

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