songs from TEN, 1-11 in order
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Here. Something simple, yet effective, in order of songs on the cd...
Now try this with the lyrics...in any order and you can have a tremendous story.
From the Ten cd:
"Once" I was driven to ride
the wave which rose above
the "evenflow" of life
making me feel "alive"
I asked myself "why go"
my mind went "black"
as I asked "jeremy"
we went to the "Oceans"
of life
while sitting on my "porch"
starring at the "garden" of life
the meaning became "deep"
and finally I can "Release" myself
end
huh!
Now try this with the lyrics...in any order and you can have a tremendous story.
From the Ten cd:
"Once" I was driven to ride
the wave which rose above
the "evenflow" of life
making me feel "alive"
I asked myself "why go"
my mind went "black"
as I asked "jeremy"
we went to the "Oceans"
of life
while sitting on my "porch"
starring at the "garden" of life
the meaning became "deep"
and finally I can "Release" myself
end
huh!
Listened since day one when "Ten" was released in 1991...and haven't stopped....
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The troubles through my soul seem even
Flow just to keep me alive
Id ask myself why
Go, run away from the black
Jeremy the being, the one who chased you there
I cant see much life in these oceans
Porch see's a view so beautiful
Cause this garden seems the place to watch life grow
Deep inside i know my soul's still there
In reality it's time for release, just never seems fair
Constant, even flow
of transient memory...
Acid on the soul
Burning to feel alive
When cast into a world where forbidden to fly
Why go back?
My pulse is racing but I'm falling behind
Into Jeremy's world
Drowning in black oceans
As they sit on the porch.
Water their gardens
We've sunk too deep to swim ashore
Awaiting now the soul's release
Perhaps for once we'll be at peace
We had heard the story once before
but we wanted to listen again and again
The even flow of wine made the night come alive
Why go into the cold black air after all?
So we swam in oceans of personality
We made our own porch to entertain from
A communal garden of imagination bloomed
We had no idea how deep the well would be
But to the release of impulse we were master/slave
There was no fertile soil to keep our ideas alive
And by morning every grand proposal we had would wash away
The only person who still wanted in was Dirty Frank
And that mother-shut-your-mouth had a recipe for anus ankle soup