Listen to the mothers A surreal sound of eight-legged groove A serving of today's psychadelicacy And when you embrace this sonic mural We will be together
Listen to the Mothers A surreal sound of eight-legged groove A serving of today's psycadellicasy (And) when you embrace this sonic mural We will be
翻訳: 私はマザーアース. マザーズ.
Listen to the Mothers A surreal sound of eight-legged groove A serving of today's psycadellicasy (And) when you embrace this sonic mural We will
take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost The ones who have the answers, are they who pipe the dancers Earth mother, the sun and the furious host I'll give
better I'll know The better I'll know The longer I'm gone Changin' on the go The better I'll know The better I'll know The mother and dad Can only
get love Thrills and sand Fall through my open hand Where's my time gone Words look for the song Lost my America But made my own way I believe To this
my skin And as I find shade From tree to tree, I live to learn To dig down deep I feel the pain And love the hurt, I don't complain Trancing in the
Maybe I've played my part but it's a players art Me and my friends, we were just living, playing I've heard the sound that silence makes And I realize
with white This night Years of tears, emotion Held like so... inside Autumn Dogs Saturday Nervousness Blood Drugs Rage And then it hit me Though I saw
rolling, two rivers going dry I'm down undone I'm down undone then gone Behind, beyond Soft hands that touch the sun I'm down undone I'm down undone
Not yet sonic But I'd like to reach the point Where I can say Yes I am But it always seems to be About sensibilities And not who's listening No I'm not
Shades of gray hate influence A constant truth put into effect The question on a dead friends face The tragic stance he used to take Pissed away by circumstance
I feel the pain, I feel like a hunter And you're the animal Ram on, be gone, stay low Be good, be great Love Gimme all your love I'm juicy like a cold
waking, a wash in purple paint And a digging of the flowers in your yard Electric rays of healing intensify the feeling Of hatred towards the things you say I
world Now I'm spending every night Being fed through a grinder The price for falling down I'm never through paying I might be meat for minds I may be
around are dark days With all around unsure I'll hole up in the right place and wait Until the tide has turned...with anger...i'm dead weight...i'm anchored
every commotion controls my wants I lay down long and know other hurts If it's not a problem I want you to work me good I want you in motion I want
