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Friday, July 6, 2012

All of My Days ~ Lyrics ~ MobiusTripz

If all of my days simply faded away into eternity,
I hope to meet your true love, the you in me,
please shed away all you're enmity,
accept all the man which is all I can at a moment ever be.

Cast me not down upon a crown of thorns,
hoist me not high on crucifix I warn,
any one can choose to wear the chosen horns,
but judge me not lest ye be judged, so scoff and scorn.


Chorus:

Because my Father was, therefore I am!
Our family came to Freedom's land,
I will make a dying statement and always if need be for Freedom stand,
reverberating conscience echos man's new righteous plan at hand.

peace...with knowledge and power!


Prejudice is trounced cast evil out with a ruling fist,
sickens me atrocities when I think of it,
videos live at times on the net and a constant rewind sinsick twist,
how do we justify a way to not be the cause of it?

Greed and true destiny should surely never blend,
Tired of the shit that I am living in, this house of sin,
I reach with helping hands, nobody watching or listening,
Dylan's watchtower view which Jimi played will resonate forever glistening.


Chorus:

Because my Father was, therefore I am!
Our family came to freedom's land,
I will make a dying statement and if need be for Freedom stand,
reverberating conscience echos man's new plan at hand.

Truly men amoung us till the farms and dig the ground,
musical history lessons like Ratt singing round and round,
and Rush as we, on a stage and all of we are merely players,
reverberating Shakespeare yet again, so eloquent his sound.

goes centuries round and round...

Zeppelin said there will be no place to go,
the facts are true fascinating spinning vertigo,
I try to find the most natural musical friendly flow,
this fucking life is often a tricky ass road.


Chorus:

Because my Father was, therefore I am!
Our family came to freedom's land,
I will make a dying statement and need be for Freedom stand,
reverberating conscience echos man's new plan at hand.

At what whimsical act do you choose fate over destiny?
Why is it often open eyes cannot see?
Our shared root is common bond in our family tree,
Colors, experiences, fate, DNA, destiny, a marvelous gift tapestry.

I can never escape the friendly common likes of me,
birds of a feather flocking together artistic and free,
trading guitars with close friends writing new musical destinies,
playing ensembles in real time together wild and free.

Music shall never be a controlled destiny, the perfect art mixed,
with the other shades of finer and lesser art blended too, never nixed,
understand and never keep the mind befuddled bound and betwixt,
All of My Days sorting, making the best with each of you, my life, all of it,

I thank you each for this gift.