All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.
Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then - whoosh, and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me - ever.
All our songs are about love, travel and death.
What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down