Choking on nothing Hands turning cold The deeper the mind goes The deeper the hole I'm reaching a point where No one else goes My fate seems to be split
THE THRESHOLD (Bill Anderson a?? Chuck Goddard) A« A© '64 Moss Rose Publications A» RECORDED BY CONNIE SMITH Many shoes have taken steps across the threshold
Talk to a man just to get a little work Then you talk to the hand just to get a little jerk Some people die, then they start to get old But I don?t wanna
I can barely bear to be with you tonight I can hardy stand to see you in this light How can I even try to deny it I can barely bear to be with you tonight
You are struggling with intense revolt A thoughtless mind, but not too bold I wonder where you left yer pride To play yer music fuckin' loud You were
... long time ago, before man and even the cosmos was created a battle between the forces of "light" and "darkness" took place... The Ancient Ones ,
Atmosphere is cold Tension cuts like a knife Hazed are the eyes Reflecting shadows of the past Nothing moves - They all just stare. Inner peace is gone
I don't want to see, I don't want to hear I don't want to feel anything, can't you understand Everything I do doesn't stem from you It doesn't have a
this is the last day of our acquaintance I will meet you later in somebody's office I'll talk but you won't listen to me I know what your answer will
Glorification of trash and megalomania Talk shows and the world of color magazines Distorted facts about the life of rich and famous The subject of heated
This is the sound of the lost The beaten and broken Rising up and finding what has been Taken from us, from the shadows of the past From the depth of
He broke his old guitar if he couldn't make it sing The strings had grown so worn, they made his fingers bleed Soon after the event he made an acquaintance
Inside this life, Under it's spell, I close my eyes, And live to tell. The hands we're dealt, Will never disappear. Death she grows near. CHORUS People
Many shoes have taken steps across the treshold But no shoes were ever crowder than his On the day he carried me across the treshold And gave his brand
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There are clouds on the horizon Shifting colours, heavy rain High above the roaring thurder Shooting bullets through your brain There's something wicked
All becoming forms of hate symptoms rising now take control My limits ending they rip and tear hear the nightmares hear their cry The levels rise and
WE ARE SEX BOB-OMB AND WE'RE HERE TO MAKE YOU THINK ABOUT DEATH AND GET SAD AND STUFF This is the beginning of the song I'm hearing voices, animal noises