SoundClick artist: the gods of victory - joel harris, worrybead, the gods of victory

beneath the light of a sirens red glare. downstairs in the lot-park guns pop, bombs bursting in air. a local joe got four off sings truth through the night. i sit smiling 3 am, dawns early light. oh, say can you see? oh, say can you see? psycho-freak out brigadelaunches drama in the yard. not far from my sunday suit driving by, star spangled car.
well nigh some angst set in it would seem from their charade. i sit smiling, driving, i bend my way. what so proudly we hail. what so proudly we hail. the amber waves of grain, now just a memory of a day that miss merchant and some others sung
of a frontier, these new homestead days. get on with the afterlife, every day, yeah, now every day is fine. and sure, a circle's bound, forever turning back in time. god loves his universe. it's curved. go on fuller now, say it proud!you could not i daresay say to loud for when the wind came up, your precious dome, your preciousdome was sound. sweet. true. sound. here in the afterlife. god loves his universes curved.
god loves his universe. it's curved. god loves his universe...it's swerving fore and backwards,
turns to laugther in my brow, time is the lathe upon heaven, this roar. this holy holy sound...becomes my semaphore, the blessed flagman on the deck of distant shores. and sure, a circles
bound. forever turning back in time. god loves his universes curved. oh see how flying beauty flies she turns the grass and flowers stand straight about face, they right themselves to the sun so hard won, what's a legend? what's a name?when the wasp hit his leg he knew some pain but moreso the same he learned a true name, so when the wasp hit his leg a cow was slain! or so they say the story goes, oh no, we know, the story's plain oh see how flying beauty flies through dips and turns and planes and steady rise dollar ills, she banks as light in grandpa's eyes, a mile high, they flew away, oh! hey! to make love that way and talk! it's a story strange. so beauty took to wing and on clouds they lay or so they say the story goes. oh no, we know, the story's plain. oh see how flying beauty flies she jerks and spins and sputters to the ground, grandma's shot, with buck and lead her arc it found. oh sad day! beauty lay upon the ground till the others took her up and they flew away, what's a legend? what's a name? when beauty tilled the air, her heart was slain.

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