Walk of Fighting
Which lay before the great flood
In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.
So great an area of land,
That from her western shores
Those beautiful sailors journeyed
To the South and the North Americas with ease,
In their ships with painted sails.
To them East Africa was a neighbour,
Across a short strait of sea miles.
The great Egyptian age is
But a remnant of The Atlantian culture.
The antediluvian kings colonised the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lan
BRAINCHILD
Some of the things a cowboy do
To make you howl out at the moon
and blush...
I think youç£Ã¢â€šÂ¬ better look around
Thereç£Ã¢â‚¬â€ a genius in every town
Keep your ear down to the grown
No mothers son will ever forget it
Brainchild - you stole away my life
for a while
Stole away my life
Stole away my time
Stole away...
Youç£Ã¢â‚¬â€œe a thief with style
Your unfaithful sertvants calling you
In and out of your blind spot out of view
I think youç£Ã¢â€šÂ¬e better turn a leaf
The poet is the only thief
What Patti says Patti does
No mothers son will let you forget it
Brainchild
Style - meticulous and gaunt
Style - articulate!
Style - preoccupation
Great lost albums no outtakes
Youç£Ã¢â‚¬â€œe getting older and past your peak
I think you better look around
Thereç£Ã¢â‚¬â€ a genius in your home town
No mothers son will ever forget you
brainchild
Youç£Ã¢â‚¬â€œe a thief with style