to see They see the path of our lives The heart is there to feel It feels the energy of all time I can see it I can feel it This is my waking hour
Tulkojums: Vākšana. Waking stundas.
made to see They see the path of our lives The heart is there to feel It feels the energy of all time I can see it I can feel it This is my waking hour
to see They see the paths of our lives The heart is there to feel It feels the energy of our time I can see it I can feel it This is my waking hour
Come gather 'round, friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches Tell
don't be fooled when you see me smile a lot 'cause I'll go punk rock Blow up your whole block Wake Up Wake up motherfucker wake up I don't give a fuck motherfucker wake
know it's hot as Hades Love to all the fam-a-lam I scrambled in the eghties Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the hour went I stack mint
will shoot you where you stand I've walked a million miles Upon an open road And once in every while Without the will to carry on Hours held me too long
to the people sleepin' You better wake up Take up the whole make up Insert the data a matter of fact Scatter the chatter of every lop Who gather in flocks
My crew My crew My crew My crew Yo, yo, now now, now now When I wake up before I gather up my pens I shine up my fronts, I give a Dutch for all my mens
the heart The search lights drove through Heaven's doors and blew them far apart A few miles north on the Hudson river we've gathered for a sort of wake
't harm him.a?? And when I wake just as their eyes are crying, I see that bed and I just want to climb back in. But let's gather up your friends and drive
we'll gather more drowned myself in my own sea like a morning sunrise in reverse it won't save your cell but it's a way to begin the waking hours we
breeze Wakes the trees to life The sun slowly rises Behind a mountain Covered in a cape of snow My gaze wanders Past an eternity of blue The clouds gather
Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said,'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake
of joy and laughter, forgetting for an hour but we both know that real change comes from action, and depends more on what we do when we wake up tomorrow
