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Her skin is soft as wind
Pale like my palms of sin
And her eyes like dark blue seas
Stare me with icy dreams
In my dreams
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Where It Started At (NY)

Dion

Hi-Teknology 2

2006

Who angry as hell, we yell from the beast
Wise killers up in New York, who lay for peace
Crime action get you trapped by the chief, no PC
Proud

Cool wind in the dessert-night, moonshine on a lonely ghost-town
Down in our secret hide-out , no-one knows where we used to make out,
No-one has

crunching sound of deadened leaves
Crumbling to brownish dust
Beneath his feet and tires

So he sits in silence
Waiting
Breathing slowly
As the repugnant

The window's open to invite the wind
It carries something good, the driver says
Wish I could feel it for a change

I'd like to stay in this moving sanctuary for

Commotion on the rise, primates found the weapons
Weather whips across the sandy plains, windy with its presence
In it's essence, we are dust from across

the divine gift of life in your very lungs.
Let's begin right now by just becoming aware of our breath

Maybe,  just try moving your body around a little bit

There's a girl who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and dreams
And I know that she does not love me
But she plays the game so well

""Sit by my

masquerade
That night I felt like I've never felt before
The reinforcements - slowly passing by
They came to lead our nation back home
In peace, to live

Wind in our hair, only love on our minds
Live like wild wishes
And we're gonna ride, ride, ride
These horses are begging us, don't leave a moment behind

there with you
It's all I can do

The city's a flood, and our love turns to rust.
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust.
I'll show you

Not the One

Al Stewart

Modern Times [Bonus Tracks]

1975

It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections
In the eyes of hotel porters
And the latticed wooden benches by the sea contain no

By the second wind of autumn, I'll be better on my own
I'll catch the aura and the rhythm that you want
And maybe it won't matter; your apartment in

a world of pain
Trying to live clean in a vacuum
Already dust
Devil's in the details
Dissatisfaction
Doesn't matter if I change the caption
Always the same

of rotten thoughts
And winds blow the dust
From forgotton memories
Once buried by the ashes
Of lost pride and strength
From the crypts of frozen flames

darkest hour I shall conquer my fear
I'm dreaming to fight
Even in this darkest hour I shall conquer my fear
I'm living to fly

Live by the sword
Die by

Smoke grey sky
Moon turned red
Bones on the cattle
In the river bed
As lords and fools battle  I Swear That they rattle
When the Wind Changes

up the misses
Said another one bit the dust 
Said another one bit the dust

Another one bit the dust
Yes you know we dangerous
Yeah y'all better duck,

up, they're shaking, please

My heart moves with your hair as the wind tosses it askew
Your hand hides your laugh but it still fractures me in two
Let's

enough
To toss marathons bombs in the ruff
Gone, the wrong interrupts and hanging puppets by the strings
Tugging hearts, here's the rub
My marionette's

came from the dust so to dust we'll return
And "all that we chase in the wind will be burned
(Burned)
Burned, burned in fire
In the eyes of every living

Brushes a bleak terrain
The world drowning in dust

The world shall drown in dust

Our father who art hubris
All hail oblivion

Our father who art hubris

And our own dark give us a truce at dawn
No matter how far you went this day in your loss
What we seek is dust, don't regret

Now when the lighthouse is