run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkens Strolling through Watts in a red, black and green Liberation
been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first, wowee, pretty scary Now, I'm liberal
told The streets in heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first Wowee! pretty scary Now, I'm liberal
the weight Comin' down, comin' down Feeling emotions in a deeper shade Comin' down, comin' down I'll be the one who puts them to song And liberate the
and tweed With your rules and regs wrapped nice and neat Deciding what my kids can't read We're sick and tired of your liberal views What's politically
Can you hear, the people sing their song, To tunes of glory, they move as one Refugees of liberation marching on, Sing our song, rock the nation, write
have the patience /of ice on a sidewalk" when things get rough/ don't sweat it sometimes in life you just have to let it and sing out a song / so strong
The sky is red above the valley, the wind and the wolves sing my heart song ... The armies are faced, There is the fear in the air, There is uncertainty
to ask As your world starts spinning and it's moving fast Tryin' to stay sane is the price of fame Spending your life trying to numb the pain You shake that load off and sing your song Liberate
your Flesh, Liberate your soul I am The Fire, I'm everything, I am... Initation to Infernal Sacrament Invitation to eternal life Vinum Sabbat, The Infernal Sacrament Invitation to A Carnal life
to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that
The Logical Song When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well
the words you use to describe that bruise That's basic language I hitch hike and sang the songs That everybody knew and sang along To amuse myself I wrote some songs
laughing about? He looks so beautiful when they laugh . . . Don: That's what my psychiatrist used to say . . . Phyllis: Twelve years. It's the same story there with that song
something that we need to hear Play to make the ghosts appear Play until the bottles gone Play, play because your heart?s at stake Play enough to liberate
Number 1 at liberation Liberating life from bodies, helping spirits fly Freedom from life Yo This is a tale of liberation, this dedication song Broadcast
the life you're faking Don't wanna read about the muck they're raking You sang your song For much too long The songs they're wrong The bread has gone Oh no Try to liberate
what is life it could be a million It could be a single dime Or it could be a ship out on the water But to me it's just more time Time for the one who
