Hes a king, hes a poor boy,
a coward and a saint,
see him standing there so all alone
well I guess that he'll keep standing there,
until he's called for
and tomorrows hurricanes have blown

his fate through old
another story told
He found no trust to call his own

His way was lost
his spirit was the cost,
he couldn't make up for the loan

But many brave men are returning,
back to the place where it began
and our tires cease their burning,
when the devils faults lay parching in the sand
and the nightman is waiting at the station,
gathered on the steps one by one
I suggest, that you make a reservation,
before all these things are done

upon high the blues
his life was filled with pain
when he heard the news
he lost a line in vain
someone went for the Word
his house went up in flames
they didn't even smoke
I'm sure they're not to blame

all your secrets
they've all been told
blame your Scarlet and your Gold

Hes a king, hes a poor boy,
a coward and a saint,
see him standing out there so all alone
well I guess that he'll keep standing there,
until he's called for
and tomorrows hurricanes have blown

But many brave men are returning
back to the place where it began
and our tires cease their burning
when the devils faults lay parching in the sand
and the nightman is waiting at the station,
gathered on the steps one by one
I suggest, that you make a reservation
before all these things are done

- Stacy Sutherland (May 28, 1946 - August 24, 1978), lead guitarist 13th Floor Elevators

Though my time here might be short
there's one thing i know is true;

That with each new day I greet
and all the faces that I meet,
it's the same old way, no matter how you play.

And as the world spins along,
I know that there is something wrong;

so I retire to my cave,
its the only place I know is safe
and when I wake in the morning
i'll do my best to forewarn.
so I'll sing this song
for I know it wont be long,

and everything needs a re-arranging.

(((((HERE AGAIN, NO WAY HOME))))))

Though this will never be,
until YOU make the change and see;

So look inside the mirror
and though you'll find no peace,
It's you who needs to change,
It's you who needs to re-arrange.
And everyone needs a re-arranging

I refuse to feel the pain,
therefore it no longer exists.

So I'll defend myself
for I see the shimmer of his blade.
It's waiting for me in reply,
I can see it with mine eye.
I am uncertain whether anything is certain.
Everything needs a re-arranging

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It's 3 o clock in the early morn,
you've got your bedface on at the break of dawn.
So you light another cig, and say your prayers.
The thief has come, equipped with a gun.

Well, he came without warning, like 10,000 men swarming,
right out of the sky, like a torch in the night.
The rocks screamin, and the sand it was breathin.
I've been here before, when i was killed in the war.

There's a man who can decide between what's wrong and what's right.
There's a son who won't fight for what his father thinks is right.
But like Judas of old, with a kiss you'll be sold.
And those who deny, will drop like flies.

just a quick sample of some of the bands: the Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Morning After Girls, The High Dials, The Black Angels, The Concretes, The Earlies, Bellaparker, Echo & The Bunnymen, The Greenhornes, Hopewell, Innaway, Silversun Pickups, The Willowz, The Secret Machines, The Lovetones, more......(gris gris, vietnam, psychic ills?)

it makes me ill to hear this thrown around so calously in the news. But, I guess it absolves our troops who kill in the name of "freedom". Love, The Love Haters p.s. The Taliban are one of the mujahideen ("holy warriors" or "FREEDOM fighters") groups that formed during the war against the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan.

Liars & proclaimers of false doctrines, those who turned from the light, and now hide in the darkness. Satans' henchmen......Christians' beware.

cant explain nothin seems to go right, you wake up in the morning, find your poor self dead

Jenny Artichoke lived in a boat, dressed like a queen, you should have seen And she didn't care much about anyone, but she was, oh, so nice to me