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jesse welles - middle كلمات أغنية

simple men within the temple singing low oh gracious light
while savages beneath the stars charted souls projected flights
with their axes and their swords put away for the night
cometh song cometh dance cometh lute cometh pipe
the road warrior nazareth patriot was sighing zion in excess
while the lord and god of faces dawned a youthful chain and dress
you have heard it said “make it great again”
make your own self great
that’s a good place to begin
begin

when the devil plays his fiddle
i’m going to meet ya in the middle
friend

with my silver droid companion beeping at my side
as we gazed into the moonset wondering where in sp_ce we’d hide
all the green skinned princes in systems far away
saying proverbs i can’t mean in a language i can’t say
say

and if these alkaloids elicited the origins of my mind
then why is the jackalope approaching winking both its beady eyes
oh ye wizards of ineptitude you’ve conspired for my end
as the flames of h_ll come rolling on the santa ana wind
wind
when the devil plays his fiddle
i’m going to meet ya in the middle
friend

i rode a steamboat through the jungle with a fever and a rod
cursing all that dared to live
cursing me and thee and god
and the arrows of the natives lept forth and skewered me
don’t we come here in a wonder don’t we leave in mystery
mystery

when we rode into that salt lake it was dead as hope itself
and we beached the dambed craft seeking death to no avail
there will be no h_ll to pay
nah, h_ll has came and went
there is no one left to k!ll there is sand and that is it
it

when the devil plays his fiddle
i’m going to i see ya in the middle
friend

- jesse welles

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