ReadyForAction
08-29-2007, 10:59 AM
Talk
Talk to me sweet child of god
Talk to me in lustful praise
In the golden wheat fields
Feel the price of something lost
That accent lingers within my reach
Childish life has lived too long
How can you not understand?
I am not the only one with thought
So tell me what you think of life
Tell me what you think of time
Time and time has come again
The time has gone for summer rain
But in a phone booth by the 24 hour store
Talk to me about the truth, truth of lying
Truth of youth listens softly in the grass
Behind the bush behind the booth, lying
Sense be had, but not be made
And amber colored intoxication
With a glass contained fire
Where have the shamans power been?
Where are the keys for eternal peace?
Born on this land
Native born
Characterized by haughty scorn
Thrown away and piled steaming
Ruined and only few beautiful pastures remain
Find out how to open up
You have the power to fix the gap
GenerationÍs letters find
Have not had the life to tell me what I can be
To live my life successfully
To be a person that something means
Even if it is impossible
It should be good to try to have
Something they said echoing through
Canyons, valleys, mountain streams
That is what we really need
To be living naturally
Talk to me sweet child of god
Talk to me in lustful praise
In the golden wheat fields
Feel the price of something lost
That accent lingers within my reach
Childish life has lived too long
How can you not understand?
I am not the only one with thought
So tell me what you think of life
Tell me what you think of time
Time and time has come again
The time has gone for summer rain
But in a phone booth by the 24 hour store
Talk to me about the truth, truth of lying
Truth of youth listens softly in the grass
Behind the bush behind the booth, lying
Sense be had, but not be made
And amber colored intoxication
With a glass contained fire
Where have the shamans power been?
Where are the keys for eternal peace?
Born on this land
Native born
Characterized by haughty scorn
Thrown away and piled steaming
Ruined and only few beautiful pastures remain
Find out how to open up
You have the power to fix the gap
GenerationÍs letters find
Have not had the life to tell me what I can be
To live my life successfully
To be a person that something means
Even if it is impossible
It should be good to try to have
Something they said echoing through
Canyons, valleys, mountain streams
That is what we really need
To be living naturally