Gabriel
play your horn
break the silence
tear down those walls
with violence
greater than all the stones
they've gathered
to throw at those
who, like you
profess to follow
a different view
C2
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Gabriel
play your horn
break the silence
tear down those walls
with violence
greater than all the stones
they've gathered
to throw at those
who, like you
profess to follow
a different view
C2
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Gabriel blow that horn(prelude)Gabriel play your horn
break the silence tear down those walls
with violence greater than all the stones
they've gathered to throw at those
who, like you profess to follow
a different view
C2 |
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unimportant to the wake of greater things
moving what matters a misplaced sign, perhaps
a remnant of clouds dispersed of little worth
i am small... perhaps a bit misaligned
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present, just one of the boys playing with words in ways absurd
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Not quite to preach maybe to coach an inner voice
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MinefieldsJust came out from debrief initiate preflight checks test communications |
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genetic code generation cast in the ocean...
living matter, life began in due course in peculiar ways, defied probability
swirling in anticipation, knowing which would creatively start
growing, a beginning of life impossible dreams... come to be
how does this, in retrospect fit when our worlds connect
this love thing, causes such grief better yet, when its good it gets deep
perfectly placed unfurled, expanding in time
an embryo planted perfectly guided by many or two ..or just One
A place fit precisely into the breadth |
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stormy seas of life ripples in the pool
learned scholars came why? they came
Some from wealth and honor other times perhaps to end the troublesome attacks,
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made progress, building a different culture upon European soil
formed the mold... some mercenaries showed background, more than intent
brought fruit... more flavorful worthy of repeat
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Inner worlds move
times before this people gathered as during a moment of peace what may have started tonal agility... perhaps as a whisper of emotions pent up tension, seeking release now releasing in a common sense of joy a sweet song of contentment to provide for the survival one who would know in this moment of success every significant event has meani... |
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musical even without sound but hearing leather bounce
on pavement with a melodic rhythm energetic, face turned
to something in the distance yet well aware of the connecting space
the art of motion evident the style and grace
prevalent casual sheik the clothes, shoes, hat, accessories
dashing in a cool sense of dignity each frame playing almost in slow motion
with an emphasis on gait in a smooth sort of rhythm
grooving on down the walk with a smooth hint of a lean
at an unhurried yet taking care of business
pace ... |
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and can't seem to get it up to please an audience i cannot see,
save for comments which may or may not be... truthful.
While trying my best for my efforts to be fruitful
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