Lyrics:
Days Of 49
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Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
in like an old friend
Master of every land
Ruling by watery hand
Whatever we build
Can be destroyed
Waves of Storegga
Atlantis sank into your void
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Go, I know, I know that a
Northern goes
Close to the shore to lay up
Among the stones
Cold, he sees all the hissing
Leaves and maybe
Two,
follow that northern star
Jump off the boat while the waters cold, sit by the bonfire and warm my bones
The wood smoke consumes my soul filling up each
sea islands, the mermaids and the whales
The waste of war and the times on shore, the rites of passage won
The northern lights in the arctic night
We hit that liquor store
By the county line
Whipped out a fake ID
I got from a friend of mine
We made our getaway
Due south to the Gulf Shore sand
the engineer John Adams shoveled coal
And Franklin punched the tickets Tom Jefferson added soul
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
She rode
An Elven-maid there was of old
A shining star by day
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold
Her shoes of silver-grey
A star was bound upon her brows
of the Imperium assembled before the towering cyclopean walls of ancient Gul-Kothoth. It was some time before the billowing dust cloud raised by the massed arrival
We hit that liquor store
By the county line
Whipped out a fake ID
I got from a friend of mine
We made our getaway
Due south to the gulf shore sand
by they fell in Love
It was right before Christmas when he had to join the World War
On the last Night they made a Vow at the old Shore
It said
Watch the sunny south land roll on by
And dream your blues away
Well you heard about the ship Titanic
A sailing on the northern sea
But you ain't
[Chorus]
Well we're good old boys, we come from the Northern Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night by God! We
Sundays are for talking whereas Monday's for war
By Friday she was skipping stones by El Saler shore
All the streets echo out her name
Some beggar
enough by super saying everything
Use Claritin for clarity
My Style's a rarity
The game is cat and mouse so please excuse my Tom And Jerrying
I'm varying,
control mine
Like the master from an old kung-fu flick
Killin MC's with a lyrical death kick
Laid-back in the track like a cantor
Wonderin what they want
we tote dem glecks
With thirty clips
County boys Smoke ah
Wood By da woods
Old heads sipping corn
This dat Carolina shit
If you know then you know
We
Well I'm just a poor cabin-boy, Tom is me name
I set out from Old Portsmouth for fortune and fame
But the fame it was fickle; the fortune was false
There was once a day, but old Time was then young
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line
From some of your northern deities sprung
Who knows not
of
Why can't we wait for heavy storms to pass us on by
Take care and please heed caution
Keep one eye open
Trails gone cold and the old man cries
Take our
HEcVEN'S DOOR
Psalm for Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia
Words and Music by Kevyn Bashore
Watchin' the sun kiss the sea
From the mountains
That old Turpentine Trail
Runs along the southern ridge
Passing by the piney wood
And swings down to Owl Creek Bridge
Where stood a man
Whose
Gazing on the shores of old
Listening to the stories told
By sailors from afar
Counting on the grace of the northern star
From Halifax to ancient
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