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Fine sound for ones ears
Music is....no wait.....Music will....no hang on.....Ich mag Musik, und du?
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #383
Peak in subgenre #79
Author
Taylor Mitchell
Rights
2005
Uploaded
November 07, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 6.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Is there someone ringing at the door?
Just a face nothing more.
empty eyes that stare
never showing single care
The Mare is broken upon the pink Sea's shore!
And we watch....the whore.
And Hope rides in full this night
with glinting armor, reflection bright.
all that's wrong will be put right
And those in drab shall rise at sight
Crushed are those not saved by honors MIGHT!
for hope.....rides in full tonight!
(soft rings)
Is there someone ringing at the door?
Just a face nothing more.
empty eyes that stare
never showing single care
The Mare is broken upon the pink Sea's shore!
And we watch....the whore.
The mouse is hidden and the cat is poor
and the eagle can no longer soar,
for where is filth if not the floor.
from young to old,
acts to ready to be sold.
and slowly......ne'er more
(soft rings)
Is there someone ringing at the door?
Just a face nothing more.
empty eyes that stare
never showing single care
The Mare is broken upon the pink Sea's shore!
And we watch....the whore.
Anger against always driven
pent up kept for that's a given
for like time is always slipping
the spinners top of life is tipping
the cold of night always nipping
always work.......ne'er play.
(soft rings)
Is there someone ringing at the door?
Just a face nothing more.
empty eyes that stare
never showing single care
The Mare is broken upon the pink Sea's shore!
And we watch....the whore.
Do all of man's tales suddenly end?
for every stitch is there no mend?
will those with power ever send?
one that seeks, a flock to tend,
For there are many that can lend.
and history......echos.