https://youtube/watch?v=mBjiATvxoj0 The dust and the mess of our mornings, Promise that well never quit So drunk, though our hands surely woven Entire fleets of staggering ships... Now our ships line the floors of the ocean, And the oceans breaching on the ridge, And the terrified dreams of our wanderings That once lit our way are now hid... We want punks in the palace Cause punks got the loveliest dreams And our gang is liquored and lovely, And smart and sweet and lean, And burn with a curious flame That spits and kicks and shines And trumpets the labour of wafing and trying There aint none - sometimes there is Banged and bitter - but cling to it Powers the province of miserable pricks There aint none but sometimes there is... Policemen in parallel lines Blind! Blind! Blind! The broken bones of quivering pines while Empty waters rise... And the light of our striving still shines! Blind! Blind! Blind! May the light of our striving still shine And may the light of our striving still shine... Love the horse or leave the horse, Love the horse or leave the horse, Lover oh lover oh lover oh lover... Some ! hearts ! are ! true ! Some ! hearts ! are ! true ! Some ! hearts ! are ! true ! Ahoy ! Ye bland plump boys Go tear wings for vainful gain Our home made choirs, like forest fires, Hiss neath golden rain And slip the leash and the chain, And slip the leash and the chain - Cause some hearts are true But some hearts arent hardly true But some hearts are true...
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 18:46:18 +0000
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