The Eighth Day Rising Out From The Grave within a failed Mis Guided By Greed Policy
Now Finding Itselves Amist a Battered War MIs-Planed ATWATERED-That Now
Casts A Wide Net-Work Of Doubt...
As Now Wholesale Shall Most every City Now Taste Destruction
All NixOn_Escrew Lie ______Bottom Chennied In-Lined Be All Now Told
Upon The SisiPhony Eighth day EsChEwed Out From Above Mis Crewed
Intelligence Was Produced... Mis Used And EScRewEd Up
Bond Fissure BacK HomE To Now Also OccUR...
PIECES OF THE NIGHT lyrics
(Doug Hopkins)
Is it any wonder that the stars just don't rush by
When you're only doin' 60 through this oh-so-vacant night
But it's lacking something big this time
What the hell did you expect to find
Aphrodite on a barstool by your side
Twelfth night we go
After something everyone should know
Somewhere in the distance out of sight...
Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night...
And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd
If you let your feet get trampled on
When the music is that loud
But you wanted to be where you are
But it looked much better from afar
A hillside in shadow
Between the people and the stars
Twelfth night we go
After something everyone should know
Somewhere in the distance out of sight...
Then I saw: gin mill rainfall
What do you remember if at all
Only pieces of the night...
It seems so distant
But still only half the night away
Where notions between your questions come too
Is it any wonder where
The pieces of the night have been...
In Memoriam To
My Good Friend Doug Hopkins
R.I.P.
As You "Remember if at all" To Now Once Again
Even While "Rising Out From The Grave"
Fade To In Memoriam "Pieces Of The Night" Black
