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On the retirement day all Buckethead's +300 solo albums are being investigated. The crickets are back in the mud. The trouble / profit is to be soldiered / paid in the form of guitar-art-rock capital. They'll wait. They'll listen to every soothsayer on the Internet. It's a start on some sort of a peak. There's just one way.
A terrible dagger, a terrible lapel, a terrible emotion. A ladder. Weak actions often have far-reaching penalties. From here on, they would like to see the world-famous Orchestra of Texicali. But
for the life of them, they just can not not get rid of skiing. They have to wait.
What in the devil did she have? Should Oberheim have changed? With what muscles?! The situation will be saved by Equivalent Brothers, who lead the teams through the inevitable championship racket and enlightenment. This with regard to the career choice, to which the forests should work up speeds of 22 reindeer in the midst of military training.
Music is for musicians. We were Born a Bell.
How will you plead?
You who inspired me
to drive on down,
to put my heart in the hound of steel
These miles-digging heels,
they eat through the floor pan,
it feels all dark yellow
Chances getting by
just let them go by high
I don't need to tell you that you know
why the moon is high
We can go on, do we have to show off
and take a chance, or just let it grow on?
Oh god forgive us, what have we done
I feel like an orphan, dark yellow
The freedom that lands on you when you lose, it's all dark yellow
Oh god forgive us, what have we done
I feel like an ocean.
On the northwestern highway
Me and my love
To live forever
Chances, they come and they go
But to know all this
Rolling the same old show
How cool it is
on the northwestern highway
me and my love
To live forever…
Lalalalaa lalalaa lalalal laa
Lalalalaa lalalal laa
Lalalalaa lalalaa lalalal laa
Lalalalaa lalalaa
When beers and evenings are this few
and far between I do say
they're no real evening beers,
just evenings and beers.
When fears and grievings are this huge
and ruling all that we know
we are not grieving our fears,
just filling with unliving years.
Loud and alone there's the song of more than
making ends meet for next to no sleep and peace.
Life is the bones in what keeps our love from
falling too deep in the dream of dreams where our dreams
of dreams dream of our dreams of dreams.
Chances, they come and they go
But to know all this
Rolling the same old show
How cool it is
On the northwestern highway
me and my love
To live forever…
On the northwestern highway me and my love
On the northwestern highway me and my love