Dream on child of change Throw your javelin through the sun Pierce the heart of everyone Though we push to slave the days This is not reality, this
Atonement day, a shepherd cries. Another spotless lamb must die. Oh how could just one sacrifice our God, Jehova satisfy?! Year after year the blood
Übersetzung: Guided By Voices. Sie fragen sich, Boy Poet.
a un asile. Mais j'represente mon coin de rue, Qu'j'adore, depuis mon adolescence Passee a bringuer dehors. Toujours dans un plan ou un autre, Tel jesus 'vec ses
that i have found when all these voices talk too loud you are quietly reassuring me With the hands of a healer And the tongue of a teacher its your voice
: There's a voice on the phone telling what had happened. Some kind of confusion, more like a disaster. And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
cut open my sleep and live what it means to dream (dream) I ?m the mute poet with a dictionary of a thousand words, a crippled hand, a shattered tongue, and a voice
ransom Beyond the run-out grove Get my wife down here A helicopter on the roof No police marksman Maintaining radio silence from now on Mystery voices
view Their ways and fates decided - implanted sorrows kill their needs A common way to happiness, but I never learned to sell myself Poets became silent
to make the world better Working under pressure to step up aggressors were searching to get an edge up On the opponents With these components ease the soul with the poet
They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't kill nobody
thousand years of torture and hunger Drove the people away from their land, A land full of beutty and wonder Was raped by the british brigands! Goddman! Goddman! If you could keep voices
thousand years of torture and hunger Drove the people away from their land A land full of beauty and wonder Was raped by the British brigands! Goddamn! Goddamn! If you could keep voices
React like a cat when he arches back Give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip Last Poet's told me
fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip Last Poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive
make a liar, you make a cheat You make a prince out the poet in me I see two wild horses by a stream Heading for the old country A voice says ?boy it
