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踊る人たちの隙間から
虚ろな目を覗かせていたのさ
だれも気付かない
愛しい壁際の花よ
それはただのお伽話で
一人きりの君がふともらした
とても悲しげな笑顔は
僕の胸を打つ
そっと佇むように
Wall Flower
Wall Flower
Wall Flower lives
Wall Flower

them at an overwhelming and Brutal pace
A single day for them in outskirts of Buenos Aires is like a year in a siberian Gulag
The great Ralph Rolon once

them at an overwhelming and brutal pace

A single day for them in outskirts of Buenos Aires is like a year in a siberian Gulag

The great Ralph Rolon

weeks or more
Footprints led to my door
An empty wineglass on the wall
A memory
Of a Siberian romance

brick of Fentanyl
Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
Guess this how it feel to be a big dog

to the wall

On A Train Somewhere winding thru the night
Lonely as a Russian graveyard cold Siberian fright
On a train somewhere rolling across the land
All

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Yes

Yesstory

1992

And You And I

I. Cord Of Life
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire

A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream.
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe

An Evening of Yes Music Plus

1993

And You And I

I. Cord Of Life
Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire

A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream.
Staying the flowers daily, sensing all

Sometimes I stand on the wall
Sometimes I'm the life of it all
Sometimes I have nothing to say
At times I'm as loud as I can be

Cause I've always

踊る人たちの隙間から
虚ろな目を覗かせていたのさ
だれも気付かない
愛しい壁際の花よ
それはただのお伽話で
一人きりの君がふともらした
とても悲しげな笑顔は
僕の胸を打つ
そっと佇むように
Wall Flower
Wall Flower lives
Wall Flower
Wall Flower

mirrors on the wall

And I'll make you a believer
'Cause I believe in
I believe in you
I wish you could've seen it
What I be seein' you

I gave you

you might figure out politics and rule from a seat of power

Kill the flowers, burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn

the soldiers gone?
Long time passing, dying in walls everywhere
I heard back in ’65 they
Wore flowers in their hair
In a place called San Francisco
I think I’ll

I may speak to thee
Bring Siberian squill; I'll dance my quill
And I will whisper for free
No ink I'll spill; I'll twirl my quill
And I will write

trying do that all
but they can just do a study on the wall
i can't do this no more
this is just plant flowers on the sand
i'm trying do that all
but they

a young lad in 1986. A nuclear physicist without a science degree.
Proud of my homeland, a loyal Bolshevik. A Siberian child born on the Bering Sea.
Mother

bitch on her walls I've been knocking
Yall want the music I guess I'll start dropping
Feel like a zombie the way I've been rotting
Listen to your shit

a lot of balls
To break out from GULAG Siberian prison walls
You gotta have golden teeth and blue tattoos
To play your one-string balalaika authentic

Trademark Da Skydiver
If you ain't talkin bout a profit then ain't no need to holler
I be smokin on them flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
I'm

running behind a wall see the blue sky
on which you see a shining light

Flower -Flower - Flower - Flower

its a different time when you feel the crime
feel

of your blouse
No need to stay still prim and proper 
Or as quiet as a mouse

Why be a wall flower while you can be a wildflower
Jump and yell and sing

Oh, my darling
Now I've gone through the worst of it
You made me tear all my walls down
And left no one there to pick up all the pieces

This is my

exists
And the leaves still fall
Snow drifts
A snow bank
White faced
But the flowers still grow

Flowers
Flowers
Flowers

Ice tips
Pink lips
Bruises

Oh, my darling
Now I've gone through the worst of it
You made me tear all my walls down
And left no one there to pick up all the pieces

This is my