…past houses, farms & fields Passin′ graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I′m your native son! I′m the…

…An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Along the ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged brush and up the cloudy draw…

…is that wonder of the Christmas day Another cake for vacation's sake I aim to eat and sleep as much I can Put on some weight, I'm like 258 But it's all just part of me so I don't give a damn, yeah. And I don't know why…

…The deepest solace lies in understanding, This ancient unseen stream, A shudder before the beautiful Awake, oceanborn Behold this force Bring the outside in Explode the self to epiphany The very core of life The…

…said I’m still afraid You would know that it was only me making lemons out of lemonade Let’s go out all dressed up fancy, make believe and take a chance on city lights (ba ba ba ba) Wander out into the forest like some Grimm’s fairytale tourist, see the sights Let me know or let me go.…

…Day possesses no key here Where moon sheds the cold twilight This moment is eternity Land of beauty Cold and cruel Fjeld chants echoing Reflecting the melancholy Trust the wind Trust the fire Call for the hermit The hermit of the night Land of raven Land of bear Land of eagle And wolverine Dismal are the mirrors of a wolf…

…sign; a blood red sky. Then beyond the dark stream we will ride. The path of mortals, So narrow and brutal. Only bravest of them all Will find true valours Decaying souls of men, Who trust in false omens, Will drown in…

…I hear you breathe so far from me I feel your touch so close and real And I know My church is not of silver and gold, Its glory lies beyond judgement of souls The commandments are of consolation and warmth You know our…

…I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of…