Paroles Once Upon A Whirlpool de Vells

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  • Chanson: Once Upon A Whirlpool
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Textes et Paroles de Once Upon A Whirlpool



a thousand words a hundred tongues
most seeking rights and living lives in kind similitude
the colors, sounds and visions swim and merge
the supermarket soul is playing loud-
these are the reasons to be happy
it's a carnival of souls and I've had five-
make the circles whirl alike for three more
close your eyes, and say hello

Brotherhood is the air we breathe-we are falling snowflakes
through the holes in the stones long-lain
pour the rain-blown convoys
when enough turning heads face south
we'll be marching soldiers-
onward to the orchards, best we run
to gather taken fruits of foreign suns
our action guns

so long inborn to rigid realms
to reaching nights and giving lines
and hates in every page
the distances are withered in a wave
to feel it is to roll and join the crowd-
all movement serpentine and flashing
what the premonition shows is unbelieved-
wake the world with words of consolation
dry your eyes and say hello

Brotherhood is the air we breathe-we are falling snowflakes
through the holes in the stones long-lain
pour the rain-blown convoys
when enough turning heads face south
we'll be marching soldiers-
onward to the orchards, best we run
to gather taken fruits of foreign suns
our action guns

End the down that surrounds you
how you look is what you see
on the make 'round the town, do
a merry wake for devil-deeds

End the down that surrounds you
how you look is what you see
on the make 'round the town, do
a merry wake for devil-deeds

End the down that surrounds you
how you look is what you see
on the make 'round the town, do
a merry wake for devil-deeds

End the down that surrounds you
how you look is what you see
on the make 'round the town, do
a merry wake for devil-deeds

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