Aviator

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Riding on the moonpath in the silver of the night The fragrance on the air was of another time I cried in all my innocence you were dressed in white and even if I'd had the strength I couldn't move to save my life The fear and the thrill of the beast at the window The shivers and the chills on the hottest of nights he walked right through my open door As I began to run, he threw some gold upon the floor, and said There's plenty more where that came from I'm tired of the bombs I'm tired of the bullets I'm tired of the crazies on TV I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever it seems I flew along the lighted street I flew above the town I flew in ever rising cicrcles ever further from the ground As I begin to lose my breath printed faxes turn a spin A distant corner of the room will open up and let me in I'm tired of the news I'm tired of the weather I'm tired of the same thing every day I'm the aviator A dream's a dream whatever they say

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Remind me to tell you bout the old silver miner name of hard rock Pete had his house built on a slope They say one of his legs lived in Calico Ther's a rumour going round that the other lived in hope So I walked in the room and I stopped I turned around and looked over my shoulder And a voice close beside me said You'd better watch your head the party's over It wasn't long before the waitress came over and said Can I freshen up your drink and have you heard of these boys and if you feel included to buy some cowboy boots Well it's not that bad we can talk above the noise So I sucked on my beer Shut my eyes and tried to listen to the words I know I missed the meaning but the message was something I'd already heard Johnny Ringo's voice is getting deeper and now he's going to put another lock on the door The night is getting later My head is getting lighter The mood is getting darker Tequila's being poured So I smile at the old gunslinger in his frame on the wall as he pushed back his hat And it's all coming back I'd cut a long story short but it's much too late for that Somebody stole my guitar They took it from the back seat of my car I was sleeping in Memphis in my hotel room and somebody stole my guitar

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025