To the River of Life! Indicate! I hear the call of the roaring sea There's still a fire burning inside of me The wind shall take me to another shore
As past and future become one Though the tide retreats, perpetually from the shore It always returns itself As it has before Everything is meaningless Pure
gone gone with the summer gone gone like the summer our king so beautiful in deep sleep precious, immaculate dreams encoded in our blood pure and deep
(enlightened woman) She dances on the seven seas Dances on the ocean Sunlight on her golden hair Shapes of pure emotion Her voice is heard like Crystal
know what? You're lovely And so what? I'm lovely But oh, what you do to me I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped
And fly again Fly, fly precious one Your endless journey has begun Take your gentle happiness Far too beautiful for this Cross over to the other shore
cover all away Oh I lay down in a meadow in the sky And I held my breath as I fell into your eyes I love your hair smells sweet like pure Rocky Mountain
- tear flesh from bone... seperate the spirit from flesh. Stones brokeup, iron melted as I set my feet at the shores of underworld Now pure to enter
are falling Like feathers of snow Their voices are calling In a whispering world Waiting for the morning glow Heaven is calling From rainy shores Counting
, aching for the dawn to arrive it's coming, it's coming it's come and i feel i'm close to something divine something eternal and pure ...divine nothing
They wear green and they are beautiful And their hearts are filled with love They're as pure as any lily And as gentle as the dove They'll sing and cheer
' me want more Wild women! Wongo No man can say no Wild women of Wongo How does their song go? Like this On the dank, steaming shores of Wongo It's
last she came sailing quite near. "Art thou, art thou?" cried Andrew Marteen, "Art thou, a-sailing so high?" "A rich merchant-ship from Old England's shores
Oh the mountains And the oceans Wiynessed your birth The first person on earth By a river On the banks of a sandy shore Untouched clean fresh and pure
caress the robes Of the nine horned beasts His mortal foes are but destroyed From the ruins do they arise Savages from all foreign shores Will hear
s been toss like a ship on the ocean i'm beaten and driven on waves of emotion that carry me carry me carry me on to your shore you stand like a statue of pure
they say preforming so the whores show up Why cop? I rob you, ice your roll up I pop bottles, ain't no need for no cup Roll the pure dro up, stroll the
of truth that's burnt down to the floor I want more, yeah, I need more in my days, yeah Tripping down the turnpike somewhere Out there near the shore