posted September 14, 2005 04:06 PM         

The first hellrider came, on wings of plenty in the dark
poured out his poison,blew away his mark,
The fascist from the east is coming.
Mothers hide your sons.

The second hellrider came
from the flaming sea and molten sand
pipers playing hells commands, poured out his poison
promises of promised lands.
blackened tongues of lying leaders.

Here come the riders
As the wheel of dharma's running out of time
Here coem the riders
as the wheel of dharmas running out of time

The third hellrider came,
teaching brothers to kill brothers men
the fourth hellrider waits on an acid trip
for an acid world
wars of old religous fools and superstitious men,
throw some scary tarot cards and,,,

here come the riders
as the wheel of dharmas running out of time
here come the riders as the revolutions
stepping into time
the dark side of Aquarius
has robbed us of our souls and minds
here come the riders
as the wheel of dharmas runnign out of time
from the starlit sky
on a silver sea.
a lonely silver surfer,comes to push the wheel for me

gotta move, gotta move
gotta push the wheel right around
gotta move, gotta move
gotta push the wheel right around

posted September 14, 2005 04:35 PM         

Wow, thanks for posting that, seems there are so many parallels around.

posted September 14, 2005 05:25 PM         

I think that picture says it all about us in the dark side of Aquarius !

posted September 15, 2005 11:22 AM         

God bless Bruce......is he still around......he must be at least 40+........ha ha..........cant keep a good Leo down hey? xxx

posted September 16, 2005 03:54 PM         

Burning light
Shining bright
Annihilating the darkness in my brain
You see me
Staring through to my soul
And you might think that I am insane
And you might be right

posted September 16, 2005 07:43 PM         

You climb and climb
Hand over hand
You reach the top
You stand on the shaky ledge of your heart
You look at her eyes
You look into her eyes
You hold your breath and jump
You leap into her arms
Her arms fall to her sides
You fall past her window
You hit the ground
You are shattered
All broken up
Like someone taking a bottle
And dropping it onto the ground
All busted up
Sharp jagged broken pieces of yourself
Lying on the ground
You put the pieces back together again
They never go back quite the same
The outside is seamless, smooth
But inside
Broken glass mind
And a soul with little cracks in the sides
Loose splinters at the bottom stay to remind you
At times the soul glass splinters
Will give you s jab to remind you of your leap
After a time, when you start climbing again
You will forget about the soul glass splinters
She can break your fall
Or let you fall and break
And every time you jump
You just know she's going to catch you