Bruce Dickinson, Darkside of Aquarius:
The first hellrider came on wings a-plenty in the dark
Hauled out his poison and they blew away his mark
The fascist from the east is coming, mothers hide your sons
The second hellrider came from flaming seas and molten sands
Half is played in Hell's commands
Hauled out his poison with his promises of promised lands
Glad, good times of lying leaders
Here comes the riders as the wheel of dharma's running out of time
Here comes the riders as the wheel of dharma's running out of time
The third hellrider came teaching brothers to kill brother man
And the fourth hellrider waits on an acid trail for an acid world
Walls of old religions' fools and superstitious men
Throw some scary tarot cards and...
Here comes the riders as the wheel of dharma's running out of time
Here comes the riders as the revolution's stepping out to light
the dark aside of Aquarius has robbed us of our souls and minds
Here comes the riders as the wheel of time is running out of time
From the starlit sky on the silver sea
a lonely silver surfer comes to push the wheel for me
a lonely silver surfer comes to push the wheel for me
Gotta move, gotta move, gotta move that wheel right round
Gotta push the wheel of dharma round
I've gotta move the wheel of torment
move that wheel around
Gotta move the wheel of time, I've round.
4 comments:
There is no terrible sound--only sound. Listen.
At the very least is the sound of something unexpectedly coming to an end.
And something else beginning. Please don't be morose, frog--it doesn't suit you.
My word verification code is: "Caretati." So please, tati care!
Te amo!
Mostly that's the problem: I'm not quite in control of myself, and the stream is taking me to whatever is taking me, dark or sunny places.
I'll tati care, and more.
:-) Yo también.
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