Lyrics:
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
To rescue some forgotten dream?
So on this night of christmas eve
As once again the spirits weave
Its snow swept dreams and colored lights
With bits
on the road
My holiday spirit might explode
Of course there is no place to park
We're late the theater's in the dark
In no small feat
We find a seat
Carry his own water as nary a known other
Read a palm when I parry apparently no sucker
Man slash island, casually hammers iron
Falcons that come
Daybreak with the spirit of travel
Knotted guts as I slowly unravel
Waiting at the border once again
Perpetually anal women and men
Screwed by
of attraction
And how you can have anything you imagine
If you put your mind to
It maybe we can further
Their dreams take 'em where they
Want nurture their needs
wildest dreams
In our wildest dreams
So how are we gonna carry this ahead
Before their trite defeated eyes
I think they'd rather bury us instead
Under
your spirit burning
Take a risk and take a chance
Carry on
Long live the soul set free
Don't be afraid to dream
While the world's still turning
I find them?
You won't they'll find you
We present The Demon of the Dream
A film by Parkinson's Production Team
Hold onto your seats its not an easy
Yeah
Ay, Em you ready?
Herk, you got them things, nigga?
You know
Detroit city
There they go, them D-Town boys, carry the Calico
Whenever
by Malibu
Change your life to change the strange into the truth you dropped en route you'll earn the fruit
Of life
Life carries you away, far away,
(In which most unwholesome paths are set upon by our protagonists, the future Dr. Knox and young William Hare, to the chagrin of polite society)
the hunter
Another footstep away from you, lost in long-distance storms
My long view's blurry by slow streaming cast and tones
The hunter is coming
My
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
gain.
In the canvas of chaos, we paint a smile,
A masterpiece of joy, mile by mile.
Through trials and troubles, our spirits soar,
In the symphony
Nobody's making me say this
I'm talking to you
Been travelling seventeen hours
Irradiated by signals, by images
Of viruses, of virtues
Like
liked it that way
Fueled by the rage
Crumbs were the victory
So cold and misused
I couldn't see that
I don't need your love
To carry me through this life
laughing loudly like a nocturnal lullaby
Dopamine on Cruze control, we're flying pretty high
Rolling thru this backlit theater, where our dreams have
(ooh-ooh) she carries her dreams
Man, you ought to see her fly
One Sunday morning, she didn't go to church
He wondered why she didn't leave
He went up
spirits high
This for my little brother Daniel Kim
Who's dream it was to see the world with less anger amongst brethren
For my father Sung Soo, who taught
The true state of all things:
I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
I remember my life as if it's just some
dreams that I don't trust,
(ooh-ooh) she carries her dreams
Man, you ought to see her fly
One Sunday morning, she didn't go to church
He wondered why she didn't leave
He went up
my camp
We have provisions and medicine
Just over the cushions and right by the fireplace
Revert
Waking dreams
White light beams
Brings me back
We’re
dreams...||Just think of what my life might be|In a world like I have seen!|I don't think I can carry on|Carry on this cold and empty life||My spirits are low in
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