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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 8 2014, 04:31 AM (44 Views) | |
| Webster | Nov 8 2014, 04:31 AM Post #1 |
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Conquistador --Conquistador your stallion stands In need of company And like some angel's haloed brow You reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast Has long since lost it's sheen And in your death mask face There are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits Upon your silver shield And in your rusty scabbard now The sand has taken seed And though your jewel-encrusted blade Has not been plundered still The sea has washed across your face And taken of it's fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect And though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret And as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all And though you came with sword held high You did not conquer, only die (x2)And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind |
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| Webster | Mar 21 2015, 12:49 AM Post #2 |
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A Whiter Shale Of Pale --We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink And the waiter brought a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale She said, "There is no reason And the truth is plain to see." But I wandered through my playing cards And they would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open wide They might have just as well been closed And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale |
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