Last Rites, Lights Out, Black Knights, Pains Taken

To sleep, to die, for a few, birds to sing a song or two, signs to open your eyes, songs to notes. Where do the dead belong. Out of site, out of mind, dead and buied, takes to view, questions up in the air. Turns to take, views to expand, time to take a stand. Back on board, bitches and dogs, trips to hell all over. Good times, classes on the sands of time, love and hate, goat horns, sheep to lead. Stories to tell, sheep to follow, in a trance, good to know, works for a long time. Blind, lost, homeless, veterans, not sure, life in the dark, life in the shadows, with your life upside down. Veterans have this story to tell, names to change, locations to change, but still the same story. Love and life, one way, love the others, family members, every one, joys and pains, true life, real shit, turning pages....

Tips to share, stories told, tales all over the place, just a little time and space, time to spare? Time is money, and money is needed, good times, bumps in the roads, songs to sing, the flip side. Every story has two sides: common fact, coins to flip, tricks and trades, time to spare. Good times, joys and pains, dances in the raing. Great day to stop and turn around, glory days done, Bob Marley, fans for life, one love message. Love and hate, one way, horns on a goat, horns to blow. Good times, blue dreams, songs of a happy life, great time to live, happy birthday greeting. Another gone, Bob Marley, thanks for coming to sing, for a short time, liked the things that you did. Thanks for shining the lights. Birds and bees, happy dazes again, glory days done, Songs for the young at heart. Kids and goats, sheep and cows to feed, open ranges, waiting for the cows to come home.

Tales of love, tales of hate, tales from the dead. Stories of love and stories of hate, the love of others, to come into play. Stories told long ago, holiday hits, to give, to get, circles of love, circles of luck, circles of life to live. Dances in the dark, dances in the rain, dances done with the dead, Jacob Marley or Bob Marley, both dead, angels in the air. Twins angels, twins not while alive, for sure, why not when you die. Which one to ask, the seer of the heavens, the seas worlds, of dream dates, dead. Notes of the dead, tales of the deceased, stories of the expired, pages to turn, good times, books to read.