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When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the Lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide....
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it any more
The man is at the door..
Peppermint miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home....
Catacombs, nursery bones
Winter women growing stones
Carrying babies to the river
Streets and shoes, avenues
Leather riders selling news
The monk bought lunch....
yeah he bought a little...
all right this is the best part of the trip
this tha part i really like...
i really like it yeah all right....
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Some how to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way
The soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right
Deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild Equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through
you gotta meet me at the crossroads
you gottameet me at the edge of town
Outskirts of the city
Just you and I
and the evening sky
you d better come alone
you d better bring your gun
calling to the dogs
calling to the dogs
calling to the gods
calling to the guns, guns, guns
When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry.........
i agree this is the best version of soft parade....great job putting it up
Mikewuzawski 9 months ago
@Mikewuzawski THANK YOU
rockngabo 9 months ago