No other. Gene Clark.

1. Greatest fool.

Some walk out winners of those who've lost, can it be said at any price this is the cost, hard is perception, easier is blame, is this the only life, for everyone isn't it the same. Children laugh and run away while others look into the darkness of the day, some streets are easy while some are cruel, could these be reasons why man is life's greatest fool.

Do you believe when you're all alone, you held the key to your destiny gone, do you believe in your soul that too much loneliness makes you grow old.

Words can be empty though filled with sound, stoned numb and drifting, hard to be profound, formed out of pleasure, chiseled by pain, never the highest and not the last one to gain. Do you believe when you're all alone, you held the key to your destiny gone, do you believe in your soul that too much loneliness makes you grow old…


2. Silver raven.

Have you seen the silver raven, she has wings and she can fly, far above the the darkened waters, far above the troubled sky. Have you seen the changing rivers now they wait their turn to die, but they turn their tide upon you when the sea begins to cry. Have you seen the changing windows of the sea beyond the stars and the sky beyond the sunbeams and the world beyond your dreams, have you seen the old world dying which was once what new worlds seem, have you seen the silver raven, she has wings that barely gleam.

They barely gleam, they barely glimmer as she circles past the sun, and she tries to tell her sister that her trials have just begun. Have you seen the silver raven, she has wings and she can fly, far above the the darkened waters, far above the troubled sky. Have you seen the changing rivers now they wait their turn to die but they turn their tide upon you when the sea begins to cry.


3. No other.

All alone you say that you don`t want no other so the Lord is love and love is like no other, if the falling tide can turn and then recover, all alone we must be part of one another.

All alone you say the power is perfection, is the power peace or merely the connenction to the god of love that powers the protection, from the tide of life that flows in each direction. When the stream of changing days turns around in so many ways then the pilot of the mind must find the right direction.

All alone you say that you don`t want no other so the Lord is love and love is like no other, if the falling tide can turn and then recover, all alone we must be part of one another. When the stream of changing days turns around in so many ways then the pilot of the mind must find the right direction.


4. Strength of strings.

In my life the piano sings, brings me words that are not the strength of strings, firey rain and rubies cooling in the sun, now I see that my world has only begun, notes that roll on winds with swirling wings brings me words that are not the strength of strings.

When I'm feeling high or I'm feeling low, or there is no change, somehow days keep melting into the night and there's always light on the cosmic range. I am always high, I am always low, there is always change, hear the strings are bending in harmony, not so far from the breaking on the cosmic range.

In my life the piano sings, brings me words that are not the strength of strings, firey rain and rubies cooling in the sun, now I see that my world has only begun. Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings, brings me words that are not the strength of strings.


5. From a silver phial.

A refuse from a silver phial put her faith into the moons and stars, she said she had a mind that slept inside tomorrow and time could only heal it's scars, she was fire on the borderline, the lion in the fall of roles, said she saw the sword of sorrow sunken in the sand of searching souls. Sleeping in the master's room, seeing through his eye for gain, keeping by his side not to be a victim, falling in the darkened rain.

She was taken from a cruel storm, the refuse from a silver phial, took her magic master's words and sung, and made his lower self worth while. Sleeping in the master's room, seeing through his eye for gain, keeping by his side not to be a victim, falling in the darkened rain.


6. Some misunderstanding.

There's been some misunderstanding and I'd like to make it right, both of us need inspiration and the timing must be right. We all have souls yet nobody knows just how much it takes to fly. But I see my life before me and I'd like to make a try, maybe someone knows what fate is, maybe someone knows just why, all I know it's all related, maybe someone can explain time.

But I know if you sell your soul to brighten your role you might be disappointed in the lights. We all need a fix at a time like this but doesn't it feel good to stay alive.

Now I see that in my visions that my eyes are seeing twice, once for every expectation and once for what I realize, but I know if you sell your soul to brighten your role you might be disappointed in the lights. We all need a fix at a time like this but doesn't it feel good to stay alive.


7. The true one.

Changes come so quickly, easily it can seem bizarre, they say there's a price to pay for going out too far, you can buy a one way ticket out there all alone and you can sit and wonder why it's so hard to get back home, nothing is important lost, that's not easy to believe, the longer you're in one place, the harder it is to leave, you can have a thousand cards to pull out of your sleeve but in the end the loser is the one who does deceive. There's always a reality in what you are doing, sometimes it's so hard to see which one is the true one.

I use to treat my friends like I was more than a millionaire spending those big ones like I could afford them all upstairs but what's been flying high must always touch the ground, just walk upstairs and ask you'll be likely directed down into the reality of what you are doing, sometimes it's so hard to see which one is the true one, there's always a reality in what you are doing, sometimes it's so hard to see which one is the true one.


8. Lady of the north.

Flying high above the clouds, we lay in the grassy meadow, the earth was like a pillow for our dreams. Trials never entered into any conversation that was the relation of our dreams, as a change in the wind must come over the mountain and the seasons roll under the sun passing the shadows of our dreams.

Flying high above the clouds, we lay in the grassy meadow, the earth was like a pillow for our dreams. Trials never entered into any conversation that was the relation of our dreams, as a change in the wind must come over the mountain and the seasons roll under the sun passing the shadows of our dreams. Fine lady of the north, like silver on the ocean shore, flying breeze, whispers through the trees.

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Año: 1974.
Procedencia de la banda: Tipton (Missouri), Estados Unidos.
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