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Wishbone Ash - Livedates (1973)
The King Will Come In the fire, the king will come. Thunder rolls, piper and drum. Evil sons, overrun, Count their sins - judgment comes. The checkerboard of nights and days - Man will die, man be saved. The sky will fall, the earth will pray, When judgment comes to claim its day. See the word of the prophet On a stone in his hand. Poison pen revelation, Or just a sign in the sand? The checkerboard of nights and days - Man will die, man be saved. The sky will fall, the earth will pray, When judgment comes to claim its day. See the word of the prophet On a stone in his hand. Poison pen revelation, Or just a sign in the sand?
Warrior I'm leaving to search for something new, Leaving everything I ever knew. A hundred years in the sunshine Hasn't taught me all there is to know. In the valley, we will gather there, Helpless in our surrender. Tomorrow the plow becomes the sword - Make us stronger in our danger. Time will pass away, Time will guard our secret. I'll return again To fight another day. I'd have to be a warrior - A slave I couldn't be - A soldier and a conqueror, Fighting to be free. (Repeat three times)
Throw Down The Sword Throw down the sword, The fight is done and over, Neither lost, neither won. To cast away the fury of the battle And turn my weary eyes for home. There were times when I stood at death's own door Only hoping for an answer. Throw down the sword, And leave the glory - A story time can never change. To walk the road, the load I have to carry - A journey's end, a wounded soul. There were times when I stood at death's own door Only searching for an answer.
Rock 'n Roll Sword It happened in an open field Down in a southern state And no one knows the reason why Some would say it's hate They shot the guy who sold the dogs It came as some surprise And to a lady standing there Brought sadness to her eyes She's a rock and roll widow living in this town Another rock and roll widow since they gunned him down The heat of day still hung around As night began to fall The sheriff came up from the town In answer to the call The band played on in darkness Not knowing what to do As people ran from side to side Just looking for a clue
Lady Whiskey Lady Whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks. She even hates herself sometimes. Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night. Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain, Waits for tomorrow, when she'll do the same again. Lady Whiskey's got a man, her man is just like her - Tries to fit the key in the door When he comes home Saturday night. Drowns his sorrow, eases his pain, Waits for tomorrow, when he'll do the same again. Lady Whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too. Son don't play, but the daughter's on the way When she comes home Saturday night. Lady Whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown. One day drink's gonna put her down - She won't come home Saturday night.
Phoenix Bird, rise high from the cinders, leave it all behind, All the ruins and the fire. Bird, raise your head from the ashes - many men lay dead. You can see them like I. Phoenix rise, raise your head to the sky.
Published by yetidata hk 2006 |
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