Flying words from Thesaurus bomba… With purple wings and yellow eyes, Riding upon haughty steeds Through the redden clouds, With scepters pointed onward,
The song of the bagpipes cuts thro… over the moors and hills with an I… songs of the battles and songs of… songs that make me get up and danc… How can I deny that music does th…
From the forest they make their ho… From a humble abode they know no o… From the pipes of the creator they… From a spiritual origin they sing. From a sound they pass it on to an…
Propheteers They rise up through desecrated cr… From schools so cold as winter’s f… Wearing fancy garb and wayward tru… Looking for empty souls with virgi…
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“Hello Doc, I just chopped my han… What shall I do?” “Don’t bother me. I’m at a meetin… So says Dr. Schmoodelpuss. “Yea, but my arm’s bleeding real b…
As if the soil down under was a wa… on a journey to a downward pinnacl… where the voice of God reached the… and told it to rise up and follow… up through the soil and into the s…
Of love and the desire to keep it, To chain it to your heart And call it your own, To reach out into the free air And disrupt the flowing,
The first time I tried to sing the song, it was the wayward wind on the high seas and I was a sailor trying to tame it. The melody was a strange beast that devoured me. Its beauty str...
We lie in the shade of the maple t… My beloved angel of twenty three, Whose lap is soft as a velvet drea… A quiet brook and a silver stream. I look into her deep blue contente…
All alone in my private ecstasy, my island in the mist of all other… where euphoria is a silent horn, a vacuum in a space within a space nothing in the ears of the masses,
Beauty Runs Together Beauty, on its exalting mission Like a pack of wolves but yet so g… Taking the common to its new embel… Moving it up to the paradise of dr…
Cello tears flowing through the mo… bend around the corners and angel’… Sepulcheral melodies fall upon the… through dark corridors into hollow… and fill them up with reminescence…
After the white wings of death took our maestro up to heaven and sang to him familiar songs, they were echoes of his earthly revelries. Our feelings rose with him as they had done on e...
Chosen from lands unseen, from distant skies, geniuses and laborers, selected to fulfill a part of life’s furthest dream,