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Red EarthWhen bloodshed is necessary and lifespans tend to vary.
Please dear, the banner you must carry from battle to the end.

Now dear, stop your crying.
Your tears won't stop your loved ones from dying.

On the ground, the corpses are lying.
Bleeding red into the earth.

Daughters and sons, keep on fighting.
As long as the enemy is still biting.

For the future of this country you are writing.
The end is drawing near.

Reload your guns and continue shooting.
Till the opposing side is no longer moving.

Let this be a warning to them because we refuse to loose.

When bloodshed is necessary and lifespans tend to vary.
Please dear, the banner you must

To FreedomO! little bird, have you come to join me
As I weave the melody of my soul?
Each arpeggio sweeps me to countless New Worlds at once
Each crisp trill links to my back New Wings, pair by pair
Our song of passion, crystalline and clear
Unheeded, naïve, so pristine and pure
Which even iron whips and steel rods cannot break
As long as our hearts and souls soar free,
Just as you and your wings
May our minor scale be the only dark scale
And the only dark stairs we must climb!
May our minor cadence be the only cruel cadence
And the only cruel bars we must find!
Let us sing, then, 'til
The heavy footsteps of reality or sleep
Tread upon our graceful fantasies;
Until then, let us sing! --- a thousand years to this freedom
Liberty, long live and prosper.

Let Her GoYou say you love her,
but her love for you is low
if she doesn't feel the same as you,
you have to let her go

She says she doesn't feel love
you're more of a friend than so
so as of right now,
you must let her go

She does like, but nothing more
when it comes to dates, she says no
so without further ado,
just let her go

She needs a friend, not a boyfriend
can you understand?
she's not ready for a relationship
be a shoulder she could cry on
and be a great friend
there's my tip

You say you love her,
but her love for you is low
if she doesn't feel the same as you,
you have to let her go

She says she doesn't feel love
you're more of a friend

Sleep (I Know)And I know
when I say your name
I'm safe
when I close my eyes today
I'll see you again
tomorrow

And I know
that my fears are all that's left
that keep me from your arms
that keep me from you
and seeing you again
tomorrow

And I smoke
to burn away my tongue
so that I won't lie again
and yet here I stand
wishing that I could speak
wishing that I could say

I love you

What truth is there
what I believe
what truth is there in honesty?

Well the truth is there
if I believe
the truth is in my honesty

To hell with Hell

And I want
the sun to have your eyes
and looking over me
until mine are open

So I'm dying
on my journey to be born

If I'm supposed to fly so high fly for meIf I'm supposed to fly so high
Suppose the sunlight stings my eyes
Will these tears be dry by nighttime
And will these battle scars be healed by moonlight
Or concealed by the lack of brightness
I feel like the city lights looking up are sightless
Despite their shine
And will the clouds catch me if the stars bite
Maybe in time
Perhaps you should patch me up with morning glue
The fog shrouds the sky's hue
And everyone waits for light to break through
And we fake it too
Everyone waits
For things past due
Last time a lightbulb wasn't enough
It was stuff
Just stuff
And my nightlight was tough
It's bluffs and fights were more than alright
And my d

War Cry of My SoulWhy does the world stop breathing
When the candle is blown out?
And the oceans are a deep maroon.
The army is lead by the dead platoon,
The rebel yell is a dispassionate shout.

Killing time with the painting
And the bleeding and the ink.
If the captain isn't leading
Or the commander is passed out in the sink.

In the first world there are problems
And some superficial pain.
But the struggle still continues
Magnified in any venues
And the human condition's a constant drain.

When the acid in your teardrops
Hits your pillow in the sun.
Stopping space from bending round the like
Of repast and exercise bikes.
A holographic point twenty two gun.

A few words from a song I'm scared to like!Two billion more will die tonight!
Imagine stacks of burning flesh,
Whole city blocks now house the ashes of mankind.

Sounds of inhuman laughter spreading forth across the earth.
Look on, there's not much left to see.

When all the humans start to die...
When all that don't shall go insane...
As they look up at blackened sky,
THE GOBLINS KILL AGAIN!

In times before the goblins came,
We only had ourselves to blame,
For the problems in our lives,
Spiralling down towards our demise.

We used to laugh, we used to cry,
Now the only thing we do is die!
Dying slowly in the winter light,
No one survives tonight!

The end of days is here

hope for a brighter tomorrowi want to understand but i dont
ive tried to understand but i cant
theres a mess
and its not just on the floor its a clutter of you
and time
hasnt healed all things just yet
i can however understand the feeling of being lost
i think thats something we both
acquired during out childhood
you are my sister my best friend
so i need to be honest and i dunno
when i will so im writing it down in hopes you see it
i love you with all my heart
but your broken
and you need help and i get thats hard to hear and im not perfect i have
my flaws and there huge as well but if we work together to fix them then
maybe will be ok it takes time
and

Beyond AllA lilac forest, a magic lamp,
a rose lost in time…

A living mirror strung on a wall,
a name none can speak…

These are but a few havens
where I go to hide from me.
But looking all around this world,
what do I see?

What do I see?

I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel Heaven reaching out to take my hand!
And in this hour, I learn
Who I am.

A lonely cottage, a golden street,
a bridge of songbirds…

A steadfast warrior sans one leg,
a lake of moonlight…

How I cling for dearest life
to visions of a brighter time.
But tales of a ruthless world
bid me to hide.

Yet what to hide?

When I see faces!
I hear voices!
I feel

Evil Food Eater Conchita EnglishA mansion behind the hills, walking through the hallways
You will smell the stench of the last supper as always.
There is food, it is so crude, eat it now? No one will dare.
A young maiden sitting there, eating it without a care!

The brunette's name? It is a shame, it's Vanika (Or Banika. Whatever you prefer.)Conchita.
The name heard 'round the world: Epicurean Senorita.
After days of the gourmet she has reach far beyond that.
Now the world's most gruesome foods is pretty much where she's left at.

Answer her calls or is it death?
Conchita is waiting either way!
Prepare the foods until nothing's left.
We'll make sure she won't waste away!

I

Herbs and Poisons - Game of Thrones(Nobody will know your biggest secret)

You pull away to
protect yourself
but you just end up hurting
somebody else.

Lie through your teeth,
say what's expected of you.
Bury your past,
become a spectre of you.

Nobody will know your biggest secret,
not till you decide to let them in.
In this game of suppressed wishes,
one's got to be, has to be, needs to be ruthless to win.

Leave your mark
in every plane.
Never retread.
Can't go back again.

Do just enough to
avoid suspicion.
People don't notice
plans of attrition.

Nobody will know your biggest secret,
not till you decide to let them in.
In this game of suppressed wishes,
one's got to be,

Lyricia :DRememeber those lyrics from yesterday in my journal? thanks to two friends it evolved XD

the future is rising up before me, the record goin round and round, the sun risin, the moon fallin, the scratch of the hands of fate manipulatin the sound, makin the true remix that which is life.

Friend 1

Sounds monotone to aching bones and broken tones as the world hits repeat on broken beats tapped out by worn out soles on blistered feet.

Friend 2

for to ask for a new sense of originality is to ask for a new sense world wide equality. a twisted psychology, an impossible philosophy, but press fast forward to the near future, and we'll see who soun

captain flint's treasureThe map to find flint's treasure
is that a curse or pleasure?
I'll let you decide
for I leave with the first tide:
for many years it's haunted
by every scoundrel wanted
eight hundred thousand doubloons of gold
can make a coward oh,so very bold.
Now hide it and or burn it
but don't ever return it
to the mates from old flint's crew
or,hear me,that day you'll rue!
Do not search that treasure
that path is bloody hell.
Many traveled it
yet all of them befall
if you insist on searching
and for the treasure working
take my protective wrapping
for there are dangers lurking
Such grim faces,corpses dying left and right
oh well,a treasure has a certain might
to twist a person's mind,to corrupt his soul with greed
it's a shame that on gold a human can not feed
We stand above the treasure
the air is tense with pressure.
The chest was filled with charcoals to the half
looks like flint got his final laugh

Imaginary FriendsChorus: Don't say what you don't mean anymore.
Don't plan to do what you know you won't.

You play pretend because it's fun for all.
In a world that is not so small.
(End Chorus)

It's a broadcast where we play for keeps.
Hurt for fun, it'll be okay so long as you don't get hurt
get into fights, scrape your knees for the sake of being right.

The spotlights are everywhere for the people
wanting their fame, getting their hunger for a better life satisfied.
But at night... hiding from eagles in the sky

it was just a game until you got fucked over.

Chorus: And you learned to stay away from plot holes
never to call people your toys anymore.

I

DeeperI'm floating down (and deeper)
into darkness.
No beams of light (I am)
completely sightless.

I wanted to discover worlds,
to build my home on solid ground.

This solitude (crushing me)
like the pressure
I have now reached (the bottom)
so cold and dead.

I wanted to find worlds with you,
and now I find them all untrue.

And I retreat to sleep, (I've found peace here)
to my ghastly wet grave. (in this realm deep down)
Closing eyes, ceasing breathing. (I will stop swimming)
Consciousness slips away. (and I will drown)
Nightmares mar my sleep, (I've found peace here)
despair haunts my wake. (in this realm deep down)
Though you did not mean to do

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Universal ScapegoatI watch you sleep; you have the weirdest of dreams.
You dream of genocide and power – machines.

You say I’m evil; that I am tempting you so.
You call me antichrist; the truth is I am you.

Oh no, no, no.
Well here we go.
Well here we go.

Again!

You call on Christ to guaranty your victory.
You say the antichrist helps your enemies.

I see your war-crimes in the name of your Christ.
I see it all I guess it´s time you realized.

You are the one that made me live inside your mind.
I am the antichrist the scapegoat for your crimes.

You did create me as excuse for your dreams,
of genocide and of your power – machines

You keep my feet on the groundI frankly admit
That I’ve been hit
By disaster a couple of times.

But you should admit
That I’d never quit
When I am facing hard times.

I know that you have your troubles
With showing your feelings to me.
But honestly spoken my hard is broken
About the way you seem not to see.

That I am a man who does what he can
To build up a home for you too.
And again I am looking through my mail
And again there is no message from you.

I give it to you that you are someone
Who keeps my feet on the ground.

I give it to you; you are so good at it
If I was near water I’d be drowned

I would be drowned
I would be drowned
I wo

Mountains GrowHere I stand again
All alone
the waters of yesterdays
Are all but gone

I don’t know where
and I don’t know why
It’s a river of tears
on a day that I cry

I grew up proud, and I
grew up strong
on the land of the natives
who are almost gone

I do know where
and I do ask why
it was a river of blood
when the Indians died

R://
Mountains grow
so high I cant see
Rivers flow
into a distant sea
But oceans don’t grow
as you can see
on the clouds hanging low over me
Over me
on the clouds hanging low over me

Sent to Iraq
with my gun
the allies of yesterdays
are all but gone
I don’t know where
but I

Needles And Pins

A child with a broken mind *A
Leaving the world behind
Turning inside to
Your own fantasy
That sets you free

The mirror that’s on your wall *A
Reflecting your broken soul
Turning outside to
Live your life in
Desperate overdrive

Trying so hard not to fall *B
Learned to run before you crawled
Needed it for staying alive

Maybe it´s your final call *B
With your back towards the wall
Needing it for staying alive

And you are staying alive *C
And you are playing with your needles and pins *Ch
While you are staying alive
Your next call is waiting until you let him in *Ch

And you are staying alive *C
And you a

Come Be Our Guest Boy Be our guest
East said when I was in the West
When in the East I heard the West say
"be my guest".

All the time
I have seen the same old crime
The poor are never fine, regardless
place or time.

Come be our guest boy
I heard it on TV
Come to the East boy
Here you are free
Come to the West boy
Come and get a new toy

But the truth is this
Oh boy

Where ever I turned I heard people scream
They seemed to be part of someones bad dream

All the time
I thought others have hard times
I´m sure my love won´t be with me at
Christmas time.

Now she´s gone
Another poor girl has just gone
We paid our price for not bei

YOUR PAIN WONT STOP ME CRYINGYOUR PAIN WON`T STOP ME FROM CRYING

G
We were really happy
C D G
At last our dreams rose from the dust
G
About to be married
C D G
Our love was strong and it would last

D
A miracle happening
D C
Our love grew stronger day by day
C
We were to have a baby
C D G
We would call it Ozzy or Renee

D
I need no gun for hire
D C
When I look into your eye
C
And when I open fire
C D G
I wi

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For Ever Is The Moments

by ~ChristofLehmann, May 8, 2009, 8:24:34 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

Gm...................Em..........G7
For ever is the moments

C......................Cm.........Gm.............
when I let you know "I love you so";

Gm.........................Em....G7
and forever is when I say

C......................Cm............Gm............
"You are beautifull" when we are old.

Em.................................C........
All those moments are forever,

F...............................G.....................
for ever is moments when you smile.

Em................................Am......
All those moments are forever,

Cm............................G.....................D..
for ever is when you smile.

For ever is the moments

when I close my eyes and see you smile

and forever is when you say

"Baby, love me all the night"

All those moments are forever,

for ever are moments when you smile.

All those moments are for ever,

for ever is when you smile,

and forever is when you smile.

For Ever Is The Momentsby ~ChristofLehmann

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Songs & Lyrics

Love Song

4/4th Rock - Beat Ballad

for
Western Guitar & Electric Guitar ( possibly Les Paul with Fender Super Reverb Amp or similar constallation )

Base Guitar - Drums - Lead Vocal and Chorus

(C) Copyright 2009 Christof Lehmann ; All rights reserved.

Dedicated Kanokhwan Muntanee - Bua - I love you.

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~ConnyVaughan May 8, 2009

This is one more marvel. Really wonderful song. It´s swinging and I´m fond of the vocals together with the guitar , It really works out wodefully. I´ll play more and then send you more words on it.

~ChristofLehmann May 8, 2009

Thank you, I am really glad to hear that you like it.

~ConnyVaughan May 9, 2009

You are welcome. I have played and sung it quite some times and would probably ready for recording something after you return from Thailand. It´s great and would be really kool together with some of your other songs on a CD

~ChristofLehmann May 9, 2009

Yups - lets talk about it.

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