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To: BenLurkin

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now to the baby down the hall

oh now feel it comin’ back again
like a rollin’ thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin’ from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnZHsTyvMVw


11 posted on 12/08/2017 8:22:18 PM PST by Zeneta
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To: Zeneta

Love that song but wtf is it about?


24 posted on 12/08/2017 8:48:47 PM PST by willk (everyone)
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To: Zeneta; shibumi

Wounded, Old and Treacherous [Jethro Tull]

A walk on the quiet side, late in the day
Don’t mean to get in anybody’s way.
The Gods seem willing: sun’s in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven Express on my credit card.
Now let me draw the jungle line
I won’t cross yours if you don’t cross mine.
Won’t make trouble, I don’t need no fuss.
But I’m wounded, old and I’m treacherous.
Allow me to draw the jungle line
You cross it once, you cross some friends of mine.
They won’t make trouble, they don’t need no fuss
But they’re wounded, old and they’re treacherous.
In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground
Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams round.
Big cats prowling inside your head -
They left for China; better left for dead.
Let me draw the jungle line
I won’t cross yours if you don’t cross mine.
Won’t make trouble, I don’t need no fuss.
But I’m wounded, old and I’m treacherous.
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day
Don’t mean to get in anybody’s way.
The Gods seem willing: sun’s in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven Express on my credit card.
Living mountains going to shake that town
Big mother calling you from underground.
She don’t want trouble, she don’t need no fuss.
But she’s wounded, old and treacherous.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIxARAaFSXo


55 posted on 12/09/2017 1:58:05 AM PST by Salamander (And Yet, Ezekiel Smiles...)
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