Welcome to the golden age of speed with grace. Waiting for the angry gods to smite our race. I logged on to Africa, in just one day. I opened a door and that's okay.
I walked a spiraling village one night. Drawn by the word of a bell or a light. Out on the flats saw it rose to a spire. It all becomes clear as the tide falls away.
I'm not a leader, I'm not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one,. But there was a time way back, many years ago in college, don't laugh,. But I thought I was a radical, I ran the hemp liberation group with my boyfriend,.
Time it was I had a dream. And you're that dream come true. An' if I had the world to give. I'd give it all to you. . I'll take you to the mountains. I will take you to the sea.
When I went to your town. On the wide open shore. Oh, I must confess, I was drawn. I was drawn to the ocean. . I thought it spoke to me, It said, "Look at us.
Sitting out upon the waves, in darkness and upheaval. I was told that I alone would not know good and evil. Oh but in time but oh in time it came to me.
Once upon a time there was a nuclear family. And we lived in a family time, we'd unite in a family way. And off the ancient mountain, they were splitting every nucleus.
I knew a guy, I thought he was my first love. But he had to decide between me and the one before. And she stacked it all up, like a house of cards. Said if he didn't come back, he'd find her flattened on the floor.
Amber called her uncle. Said, "We're up here for the holiday. Jane and I were having solstice. Now we need a place to stay". . And her Christ-loving uncle.
It's a cold, cold time. It's a cold, cold time. And it makes me wonder. If I'll ever forget. How cold I?. How cold I and the world can be?. . And the line gets drawn.
If you're gonna get your heart broke, you better do it just right. It's gotta be raining and you gotta move your stuff that night. And the only friend you can reach isn't a good friend at all.
And you know the light is fading all too soon. You're just two umbrellas one late afternoon. You don't know the next thing you will say. This is your favorite kind of day.
written by Richard Shindell. . My name is Mary Magdalene. I come from Palestine. Please excuse these rags I'm in. I've fallen on hard times. But long ago I had my work.
Tonight was just great, she taught us the sign for peace. Now she's made us some popcorn. We've turned out the lights and we're watching movies. I don't understand and she tries to explain.
When I grew up, well it felt great. I watched how others took their fate. Some felt afraid and undefended. So they got mean. . And they pretended what they knew.
The sun burns down leaving God's bright stamp. On Peach Branch Horse and Bible Camp. Where we're splashing in the water, joined in song. Swimming with the Spirit the whole day long.
You ain't nothing like the book I'm reading now. 'Cause every time I turn a page I can't put you down. In my pocket when I walk around but baby please don't make a sound.
It's been the same old day in this town. And my head won't stop hanging down. No my head won't stop hanging down. It's just the kind of day when your friends don't come around.
Trouble on the floor, trouble on the floor. Everybody knows what you're coming here for. I don't think you know much about this. . Trouble on the ground, trouble all around.
VERSE 1. big news burst over frequencies. Saying 'Peril! C'est Tout! C'est le fin'. Talking heads assessed best outcomes. in the end, all agreed things would end bad.