mind the hopes that you have will all be better of lost. Get ready. Float me in a barrel down the river. Turn your bright lights on. Bright lights, drifting
at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb pick Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights Too bright Ghost
was, remember? Coney Isle, glistening and glimmering Rising bright, drenched with light See it smile, beckon and shimmering All agleam like a dream
? Coney Isle. Glistening and glimmering Rising bright Drenched with light See it smile Beckoning and shimmering All agleam Like a dream Fleck and
had inherited so deeply. The last pain he had ever caused is to the only woman that had ever loved him...) Bright light is calling me upward. (A ghost
spirit he had inherited so deeply. The last pain he had ever caused is to the only woman that had ever loved him...) Bright light is calling me upward. (A ghost
The wind can blow cold, it moans and it cries When it carries the sound of a thousand goodbyes But if you listen tonight on that high lonely plain You
a message when you kill a ***** third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken
hunger's the first light Much much more than mountains ever do And she like a ghost beside me, goes down with the ease of a dolphin And emerges unlearned
With their hunger and their pain And the weaknesses that cripple them Again and again Invent a splendid party Where the dreams can be won And with bright flashing lights
a periscope, and take flight to the edge of night To far heights so dark that even wit a bright light you couldn't see a spark of light While others
send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay
moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights too bright Ghost
Of Draconian design A love that never dies Nefarious silhouettes to rise When stars fall pale And to drown back in Her eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand
(Rodney Crowell/Emmylou Harris) The wind can blow cold, it moans and it cries When it carries the sound of a thousand goodbyes But if you listen tonight
read it on a sign somewhere in Port of Spain (29. 4. 2000) I remember a bright-blue-colonial building For me it looked like the entrance to paradise A place full of smiling people, a
thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near spoken In England, The face of a dead woman Shown, etched out a wheatfield