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• Artiste: Jesse Welles
• Titre: Middle
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Simple men within the temple singing low oh gracious light While Savages beneath the stars charted souls projected flights With their axes and their swords put away for the night Cometh song cometh dance cometh lute cometh pipe The road warrior Nazareth patriot was sighing Zion in excess While the Lord and God of faces dawned a youthful chain and dress You have heard it said "Make it great again" Make your own self great That's a good place to begin Begin When the devil plays his fiddle I'm going to meet ya in the middle Friend With my silver droid companion beeping at my side As we gazed into the moonset wondering where in space we'd hide All the green skinned princes in systems far away Saying Proverbs I can't mean in a language I can't say Say And if these alkaloids elicited the origins of my mind Then why is the Jackalope approaching winking both its beady eyes Oh ye wizards of ineptitude you've conspired for my end As the Flames of hell come rolling on the Santa Ana wind Wind When the devil plays his fiddle I'm going to meet ya in the middle Friend I rode a steamboat Through the Jungle with a fever and a rod Cursing all that dared to live Cursing me and thee and God And the arrows of the natives lept forth and skewered me Don't we come here in a wonder Don't we leave in mystery Mystery When we rode into that salt Lake it was dead as hope itself And we beached the dambed craft seeking death to no avail There will be no hell to pay Nah, hell has came and went There is no one left to kill there is sand and that is it It When the devil plays his fiddle I'm going to I see ya in the middle Friend