everybody listen to me

[troll]

Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship
I'm your Captain, I'm your Captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick

I've been lost now days uncounted
And it's months since I've seen home
Can you hear me, can you hear me
Or am I all alone

If you return me to my home port
I will kiss you, mother Earth
Take me back now, take me back now
To the port of my birth

Am I in my cabin dreaming
Or are you really scheming
To take my ship away from me
You'd better think about it
I just can't live without it
So please don't take my ship from me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it's tightening 'round my throat
Heaven help me, Heaven help me
Take this stranger from my boat

I'm your Captain, I'm your Captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
Everybody listen to me
And return me my ship

[alfaomega]

Non male!
ma preferisco i Lynyrd Skynyrd

[troll]

linerd skynerd , ottimi , ho il cofanetto con triplo cd ,non ti stanchi mai
di ascoltarli ...

[alfaomega]

[music and lyrics by J.C.M. ]

This land today, shall draw it?s last breath
And take into it?s ancient depths
This frail reminder of it?s giant, dreaming self
While i, with human-hindered eyes
Unequal to the sweeping curve of life
Stand on this single print of time

Chorus:
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face

That time, today, no triumph gains
At this short success of age
This pale reflection of it?s brave and
Blundering deed
For i, descend from this vault
Now dreams beyond my earthly fault
Knowledge, sure, from the seed

Chorus:
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face

This land, today, my tears shall taste
And take into it?s dark embrace
This love, who in my beating heart endures
Assured, by every sun that burns
The dust to which this flesh shall return
It is the ancient, dreaming dust of god

Chorus:
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face
Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light to my face

[yo]

Belle belle, bravi

[alfaomega]

Sweet child in time you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have
And you've been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes and bow your head
And wait for the ricochet