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Originally posted by: tonyrobQuote
Originally posted by: suecasey
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Another great lyricist -
where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
where black is the colour, where none is the number
Tonyrob
OK - I thought that the mention of another great lyricist was a big clue -
So t I ain't batting 100 - I thought that was a BIG clue.
But here is some more - A LOT more
I`m going back out `fore the rain starts a falling,
I`ll walk to the depth of the deepest black forest,
where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
where the executioner`s face is always well hidden,
where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
where black is the colour, where none is the number,
and I`ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
and reflect it from the mountain, so all souls can see it,
then I`ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin`,
but I know my song well before I start singin`.
OK - if that doesn't do it . . .
Tonyrob