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40 Days

Ridin’ on a dark road

‘most forget the light

Lookin’ at the long goodbye

Do not miss that fight

I’ll climb on up toward Zion

Make the journey mine

Relax into the promise

One dream at a time

   Forty days… longtime gone

   Forty days… waitin’ for the dawn

Doesn’t make a lot o’ sense

But love sometimes just don’t…

Keep you in the present tense

And bein’ honest won’t…

Make you rich or make you brave

Win the day or make the save

But honest is its own reward

When you’re walkin’ forty days

   Forty days… longtime gone

   Forty days… waitin’ for the dawn

When the thirst and loneliness set in

You want to hold a hand

Reach for a drink of love

In the eyes you name as friend

Scuffle down a dirty road

But best not go alone

When you’re walkin’ forty days

From nameless into known

   Forty days… longtime gone

   Forty days… waitin’ for the dawn

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Poundin’ Down Our Hall

Poundin’ Down Our Hall    by Randy Creath 3/14/2013

 

I heard the thunder rollin’

black helos in the sky

felt like bells a tollin’

and no one tells me why…

just my paranoia

comin’ by to call

jack-booted dreams are on ya’

poundin’ down your hall

 

Can we find an answer

In the daily dark

Can we kick the door down

To unveil the spark

Are the clowns and satyrs

Poised to kill us all

(will) Billion dollar fakers

Bury us at the mall

 

Listen to the earth groan

Under hated feet

Stompin’ through the graveyards

Of thoughtful dead elite

Rising from the ashes

Of the smoking tomes

Burned by fascist pyros

They’re leveling your homes

 

Waited for their passing

Hoped they’d go away

Still can hear them laughing

They’ve come here to stay

Oh the bastard fancies

We let live in our heads

Even though it’s rent free

And my hope is dead…

 

It’s just my paranoia

comin’ by to call

jack-booted dreams are on ya’

poundin’ down our hall

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