Tekst :

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.

For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
* Chorus: All of my love, all of my love, All of my love to you. (repeat)

The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain
For me, the cloth once more to spin

Chorus

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
his is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

Tekst :

I wanna tell you bout my good thing
I ain t disclosing no names but--
He sure is a good friend and!
I ain t gonna tell you where he comes from, no!
If I tell you you wont come again! Hey!
I ain t gonna tell you nothin but I do will, but I know, yeah!
I should do but I know now let me tell you bout my girl:
Open up a newspaper and what do I see? Ahh, ah
See my girl, ah, looking at me
Ooh, And when she walks, Ooh, lemme tell ya:
She walks and when she talks, she talks and
When she looks at me in the eye
She s my baby lord I wanna make her mine
Tell me baby what you want me to do!
You want me to love you, love some other man too?
Ain t gonna call me Mr. pitiful, no!
I don t need no respect from nobody...

I ain t gonna tell you nothing I ain t gonna no more, no!
She s my baby let me tell you that I love her so and
And! She s the woman I really wanna love
And let me tell you more, oooh!
She s my baby she lives next door
She s the one a woman the one a woman that I know.
I ain t gonna... tell you one thing that you really ought to know ooh!
She s my lover baby and I love her so and
She s the one that really makes me whirl and twirl!
And she s the kind of lover that makes me me fill the whole world and
She s the one who really makes me jump and shout, ooh!
She s the kind of girl--I know what it s all about!
Take it take it

Excuse me
Oh will you excuse me
I m just trying to find the bridge... Has anybody seen the bridge?

(Have you seen the bridge?)
I ain t seen the bridge!

Tekst :

Here s a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what s goin on
Ain t a thing that you can hide from Tom
There ain t nothing that you can hide from Tom

Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreamin of the day
He could turn and say

Poor Tom, work s done, been lazin out in the noonday sun

Ain t a thing that you can hide from Tom

His wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she d play
When Tom was out of town
She couldn t keep her dress down

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what s goin on

Ain t a thing that you can hide from Tom

And so it was one day
People got to Annie Mae (?)
Tom stood, a gun in his hand
And stopped her runnin around

Poor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you ve done

All those years of work are thrown away
To ease your mind is that all you can say?

But what about that grandson on your knee?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to me

Ain t nothing that you can hide from Tom

Keep-a Truckin

Dziedzictwo zła
Przelewa się jak mroczna rzeka
Unosi strach
Unosi piekielny zew.
Tajemna moc
Przybliża dzień walki demona
Zatruty dźwięk
Wydaje diabelski flet

Szarańcza!
Szarańcza!
Szarańcza!
Wyplułem śmierć

Za czarny tron
Za jego black
I głosy cienia szepczące:
- Pij za wiedzmy pijące krew
Za czarci dzwon
Złowieszczy...

You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
Standin by the disco floor
Spot this girl
My heart jump and move
Yeah, yeah
Walk over said to her
Lovely things
She said I was a fool
Oh no...

How does it feel?
I have raced to gear some patience, we all made sure here
Another mile
5 years expire attempting, seemingly airless time
Restrain everything I have
Confine the gun it takes
So long, so long
Confine my time, what a...

Here I am, oh here I am, here I am
If you need a love that s true
Need someone to stand by you
Here I am, oh here I am, here I am
If you need a helping hand, need someone to understand
Here...

[Verse 1 - Q Strange]
Comin wit the hard shit
Demented and the dark shit
Wickedness regardless
Hip-hop sounding Gothic
Will I begin and I pick up the mic and deliver the batik, I billem, I kiddem
I hittem, I killem and then...