Into the Wild - LP

Into the wild I go Into the wild I am It's been a while, freedom child Since I left my roots back home I once tried to run away Like a wild animal's prey Running, hiding, I was riding high into the sunset sky Heya hey heya hey heya heya heya hey Heya hey heya hey heya heya heya hey o wey All my life, all this time I've been a warrior and I know why I've been given the torch of light To walk in the darkness of the night Years we fought for this freedom Years I thought I had wisdom Now I see with new eyes From this truth I cannot hide Heya hey heya hey heya heya heya hey Heya hey heya hey heya heya heya hey o wey I've gotta believe I'm here To make a difference without fear Of being seen or heard Like the bird who flies at night Like the lion, strong and fierce Like the whale singing I'd like to be bringing peace To you, to me, to you, to me Into the wild I go Into the wild I am It's been a while, freedom child since I left my roots back home Into the wild I'll go And into the wild I am It's been a while, freedom child since I left my roots back home

Deep in the pit and lying alone Where death has reared itself a throne We're all the good, the bad The worst and the best And where they land is their eternal rest Foul plays of passion At twilight's dim In joy of woe of good and sin Winds of storm and fates overcast Darkly my presence is now your past Join the insanity Or die as you fall Into the pit The mass production And the killing of all Into the pit The future screams for help Are fading away Into the pit The world tomorrow Will it die for today? Into the pit So in the sad, silent watches of night The lonely pathway envisions my sight Echoes of laughter And boundless cries So here I wander under infinite skies Join the insanity Or die as you fall Into the pit The mass production And the killing of all Into the pit The future screams for help Are fading away Into the pit The world tomorrow Will it die for today? Into the pit

Where the wild wild flowers grow and winter waters flow There's a place that I've always loved the best When at last I lay me down final peace and rest I've found Take me home to my own and there I'll rest Take me home to my own and there I'll rest When as a little child hopes dreams runnin wild Someday I'd live just like a queen upon a throne Little did a poor girl know how hard the way to go So I wandered yes I wandered far from home Oh I wandered yes I wandered far from home Freedom was in the air you could feel it everywhere Don't be blinded it's Gods gift can't you see Never lay your armor down til peace and rest you've found Going home going home to be free Going home going home to be free

One last drag from your cigarette Before we're burning out, can you give me that? Like the ashes down in your tray My flesh and spirit have turned to grey Way down we go Like fireflies Into the glow Every child can see We burn ourselves Too easily I'm so addicted to your taste And the way you fill a room with grace And the poison in my veins Is a price that I will gladly pay Way down we go Like fireflies Into the glow Every child can see We burn ourselves Too easily.

Rocket engines burning fuel so fast Up into the night sky they blast Through the universe the engines whine Could it be the end of man and time? Back on earth the flame of life burns low Everywhere is misery and woe Pollution kills the air, the land and sea Man prepares to meet his destiny, yeah Rocket engines burning fuel so fast Up into the black sky so vast Burning metal through the atmosphere Earth remains in worry, hate and fear With the hateful battles raging on Rockets flying to the glowing sun Through the empires of eternal void Freedom from the final suicide, yeah Freedom fighters sent out to the sun Escape from brainwashed minds and pollution Leave the earth to all its sin and hate Find another world where freedom waits, yeah Alright Past the stars, in fields of ancient void Through the shields of darkness where they find Love upon a land a world unknown Where the sons of freedom make their home Leave the earth to Satan and his slaves Leave them to their future in the grave Make a home where love is there to stay Peace and happiness in everyday, yeah Thank you This is song called Snowblind, did you know what the fuck that was about

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour