(Verse1)
The day
Is through
silence
With you
(I can’t find you, til the day is done)
It's dark
And late
Your dreams
Await
(solar shrouding, radiance becomes undone )
(Verse2)
Nowhere
To go
The smell
Of snow
(dreaming neath the, veil of consciousness)
Lingers
around
stillness
abounds
(waking once the , mind is put at last to rest)
(Bridge)
Crisp is the sky (lo hi oh)
Fresh is the night (no hi lo)
(Verse 3)
The day
Is through
silence
With you
(I can’t find you, til the day is done)
It's dark
And late
Your dreams
Await
(solar shrouding, radiance becomes undone )
He came down from the stars
With golden guitars
and a voice like heaven above
He changed his clothes
And he changed his tune
And showed us all how to love
He showed us every kindness,
That we were undeserving of
He stepped up in the place
Any melted our face
As he played his rock'n roll
The way he played and moved
It made us feel funny
As he sang and bared his soul
He shared with us a magic
That could've made us whole
Falling down and getting up to go
All around your ignorance it shows
And maybe you're all better off
Without the white buffalo
He left us here
With our pain and our fear
Our arrogance and hate
We have all the tools
But our leaders are fools
And it may be too late
Unless we learn to get along
And overcome our fate
Falling down and getting up to go
All around our hate and fear it shows
And maybe you're all better off
Without the white buffalo
Falling down and getting up to go
All around your ignorance it shows
Falling down and getting up to go
All around our hate and fear it shows
How could you think you'd be better off
Without the white buffalo
Yesterday I had a dream
Or so it might could seem
Unless it is just a lie
I just didn’t have the time
But I’m not gonna whine
So here’s a stupid song
Rubber baby buggy bumpers
Herds of grandmas wearing jumpers
Baby monkeys riding llamas
And a elephant has stolen my pajamas
I just need to get some sleep
While Harpo’s counting sheep
I wish he wouldn’t snore so loud
But first I will get this done
It’s even kinda fun
But I’m not really proud
Rubber baby buggy bumpers
Herds of grandmas wearing jumpers
Baby monkeys riding llamas
And a elephant has stolen my pajamas
This is an MM3AM tune that has become a Gasket Hawkins song. We have recorded 5 GH songs, all of which need work, lyrically, and that's what I intend to focus on for this MM3AM round.
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