pain Numb yourself enough to sustain All this death in the name of progress Those simple times when we knew peace slip through the cracks as distant memories
wildwood where young lovers go Sparks flashing in the night, true colors show If I had my way I'd never get the urge to roam But a young man serves his
I know my enemy And I can't forget his name Distant memories of a man That just couldn't change And though I've tried to set aside I still carry them
Now when your young death can make you aware of your mortality, Yet times we feel invicible, lose site of reality, until it takes a loved one residing
girl is gone, the girl is gone Memories are still so strong The clock ticks, the girl is gone I used to think even though we were young Somehow we'd
the dusken sky, invoking urgent senses The breeze wafts fragrance of passion and winter forgotten Moving forward through rusted iron gates rediscovering distant lost memories
friend the other day Recognized from a different age Like a ghost in a photograph Distant memories of the past There was Nico and Limpopo Ipaminandas and young
Bouncin' across the lake of ten years Like a stone tossed from the burglar's hand Holdin' my breath, then I'm sinkin' Waves in circle like a memory slowly
not that the world now ones you Think not of your despair Rise up and take their power do not hesitate or fear For them a distant memory Waiting with
ve seen inside your heart and soul It's beautifully jacketed An open hand and a mind to lend There's nothing more romantic Than a distant place behind
change the memory But if i forget myself - Will you remember me? Will you remember me? I feel so bright tonight like i'm glowing in the dark I feel so distant
this silent madness it hangs in the air it hangs like a memory it hangs like a cloud it hangs on desperately between dark and light between was and be between young
Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams So far away, so long ago it seems The memory comes of a distant beach Pale sand stretching far from reach
where they kneel And now provoked to greater anger by the distant royal hand It's old hatreds and young victims that have cursed poor Ireland Old hatreds and young
On the streets of New York city When the hour was getting late There were young men armed with knives and guns Young men armed with hate And Lou Marsh
I am born I am me I am new I am free Look at me I am young Sight unseen Life unsung My eyes have just been opened and they're open very wide Images
(plates 17-20) An angel came to me and said: 'O pitiable foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful state! Consider the hot burning dungeon thou art preparing
in a huddle straight up pissin in a puddle keeping bitches out of bubble. Fell the rhythm of the struggle the vision isn?t sutdle but livin in the bubble keeps you distant
