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Saturday, June 4, 2011

there are no answers....

i have no words
the paint is dry
my hand is frozen

pastels feel dead
music is all i hear
tears fall

rain
wet
pain

back to the earth
red
full

back to a broken road
finding
my way

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back to eARTh





Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ah, back to the earth,
I screamed and
And no one listened to me
Back to the earth
I lived and they all follow

Well come on, come on, see my world, my

world.
Well, come on, come on, see my world, my

world,

Well come on, come on, see my world, my

world.
Well, come on, come on, see my world, my

world,

Well, I'm comin' down now too,
Write my way.
Well, come on, come on see my world,
Won't you fly, high
Well come on, come on see my world.
Well come on, come on see my world, my

world, hey, hey.

Write my way a write my way, my way.
Write my way, a write my way, hey, hey.
Write my way a write my way, my way.
Write my way, a write my way, hey, hey.

Back to the earth, I feel it.
Back to the earth I'm fallin'
Ah, back to the earth, I feel it.
Back to the earth, I'm fallin'.

Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me
Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me when we are so young.

Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma

Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey oh day momma

Hey oh day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey oh day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul

Back to the earth, I feel it, yeah.
Back to the earth, I'm fallin'

Many divisions of you
Many divisions of me many divisions of you
Many divisions of me when we are so young.

Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey oh day momma

Hey oh day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey-oh, day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul
Hey oh day momma
Hey-oh mom, momma, free my soul

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Broken Road



Born again on a island of sale
He lived there six months too long
Only ten out of jail
He looked at me his eyes were haggard and pail
His skin was tarnished and torn just like a rusted old nail
Well some people pass through this world with no pain
But Johnny mingled in its company again and again
He said he wanted to see paradise and travel so far
All he'd seen of it was standing hind' those ugly prison bars

So many good people they come good people they come, from a broken road
So many good people they come good people they come, they come and they go

Johnny hailed from the city of thieves
He'd cut his teeth down backwards alley's since 1973
He said he'd had a troubled run that was easy to see
He traveled East to West didn't miss a single penitentiary
From the Bronx over to Queen's down in South Jersey
I-95 to West Virginia well they caught up in Cincinnati
Crossed the Mason Dixon border Kansas City, Oklahoma
The Devil on the shoulder of a good hearted man

(Chorus)
Woah'can you out-run the weight of the world, the weight of the world
when it's holding you down?
Woah can you out-last the pain of the fall, the pain of the fall
when you fall to the ground?

(Chorus)
So many good people they come good people they come, from a broken road
So many good people they come good people they come, they come and they go


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