Blowing In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk
down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must cannonballs fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my freind, is blowing in the
wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years must a mountain exist,
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people
exist,
Before they're allowed to be free.
How many times can a man turn his
head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my freind, is blowing in the
wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have
before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take 'til he
knows that too many people
have died?

The answer, my freind, is blowing in the
wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
 
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In the name of desperation
I call your name
A lamentation I sigh
Again and again

Spiritual eclipse
The gateways are closed for me to seek

The night...
A veil of stars, watching
My shadow is born from light
The light of the eye, in darkness

Over troubled waters memories soar
Endlessly, searching night and day
The moonlight caresses a lonely hill
With the calmness of a whisper

I wear a naked soul
A blank face in the streaming water
It is cold in here
Frost scar my coat with dust

Eyes attach to your mute portrait
We spoke only through thoughts
Together we gazed, awaited
Hours brought thirst and the rising sun

Sunbirds leave their dark recesses
Shadows glid the archways

Do not turn your face towards me
Confronting me with my lonliness
You are in a forest unknown
The secret orchard
And your voice is vast and achromatic
But still so precious

Lullaby of the crescent moon took you
Mesmerized, its kaleidoscopic face
Granted you a hollow stare
Another soul within the divine herd

I have kept it
The amaranth symbol
Hiddin inside the golden shrine
Until we rejoice in the meadow
Of the end
When we both walk the shadows
It will set ablaze and vanish
Black Rose Immortal

It is getting dark again
Dusk shuffle across the fields
The evening trees moan as if they knew
At night I always dream of you.

-Opeth
 
SimonWoodstock said:
Yeah, but it just came out of no where.

Word.

I was thinking about Bob Dylan earlier today after hearing The Byrds sing Mr. Tambourine Man in the car. Does that make me cool?
 
sguthrie said:
I was thinking about Bob Dylan earlier today after hearing The Byrds sing Mr. Tambourine Man in the car. Does that make me cool?

no
 
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