Тексты песен «Chuck Ragan»

Well the rich are getting mighty And the poor folks stay the same As the middle class just seems to fade away And on every death bed, no matter what the case I can't help to wonder what they'd say "I could've been...

We are the common not filth and disgrace You would know better if you saw it that way Lock your scapegoats and shut out the lights Lock up your secrets and give your skeletons the keys We will never be what you want...

Well I found myself on a lonesome highway. So I cut my teeth rebelling my way. I told myself I would not fail, I would not fall and I would prevail But it just takes one hit to put you in your place. Well tell me what...

I came home late tonight I may have been stuck in my thoughts Or just in the snow Buried deep under the white Digging like an animal Far from civilized If I could feel my feet I'm sure that they would probably...

The tired winds blow And the restless go home And the haggard lies down to sleep Where the hours go slow And the beauty we know is the love That is the key Lay awake and breath while the fire overtakes me Down...

Downright hopelessness When the wrath of consequence comes knocking on that old front door And we count the ways, the seconds have fallen into place with the emptiness Don't hold the phone I know some are counting...

Fare thee well old friends Fare thee well we go Burning up fuel and road Oh but bet your stars One day we'll return For revival, sin and soul Well the color of road Is as black as the coal The oldtimers burnt...

To the wind she stood as her hair blew back Testing the waters on a one way track Through the dusk of a High Sierra Storybook From an East Bay cradle, not to mention cool Oh, I didn't see you as a thief Oh, but you...

Took a walk in Rotterdam, thinking about her train. All along the banls of memory, holding tide away. And on the end of every corner i could almost hear her sound. Time went by in ecstasy, walking next to walls. And...

What do you want to do tomorrow Is it what you find yourself doing today If it's not you better move Before you find yourself being schooled Wondering how the hell did I waste my life away What do you want to do...

How would we have known we would wash away? As two solemn searching souls, together to the sea Amongst the creatures underneath the deepening Holding to the flame burning you and me We sacrifice the talk and praise...

Some days we're ripped and torn away From the shore and tossed to a watery grave Set adrift in the depths of the drink in the hands of the gods we curse We call for help when no one's around Shot down fleeting thoughts...

Cut the line I've heard the rest You'll never get me answering To the cold hand of the dying man Bred to take and to rape what the leavers left Oh come on. Show a little mercy to dying suns Oh come on Show a...

In 1649 To St. George's Hill, A ragged band they called the Diggers Came to show the people's will They defied the landlords They defied the laws They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs We come in...

I smell the bullshit like trenchfoot on your breath You're the disease they call 'we're sick to death A personal friend of Mr. Sydney James you say Oh no not now please go away And we all lived to start a war and I...

She is not the type that would talk the talk despite Over how and where she walks When apparent duty calls I am overly enthralled and delivered from the dark Of a reckoning awakening And every move she makes with...

Well I came here to wake with you at dawn With no understanding of any wrong To lay with you for endless nights Trade the wreckage for the lights Hazel eyes, strong willed brown hair girl So hold tight, to break free...

Old man are you tired Will I one day fill those boots Walk the world over In search of righteous truth Old man are you gone Down to the proving ground Sir your time is served Now let me make my rounds For my...

Oh, they gave him his orders in Monroe, Virginia Saying Steve you're way behind time This is not 38, this is old 97 You must put her into Spencer on time Well, he turned around and said to his black greasy fireman...

2400 miles away Oh under some old towne Micanopy stars While in the city of angels one angel lays I'm dreaming of my lover counting sheep and scars Oh it ain't like we're living as lackadaisical Kings It ain't like...