This morning I read in the paper, 
that last night, i was received by the reaper; 
it was my best friend that they spoke, 
yet I have no recollection of these folks. 
 
In their broadcasts, a dime a dozen, 
every detail of each choice they'd exam, 
exposing to the entire globe, 
my secret gardens and all the darkness they hold. 
 
Refrain : 
They speak of me with
Summertime Train lyrics

Red train combs the steel-hair track (in the summer) Rust jumps car and sleeps in
back (summertime train's blind). "Careful airplanes think I'm old (in the summer)
but
out having known me, 
judge based on just what they see, 
nothing too sacred not to scrutinize, 
vile honor life in the public's eyes. 
ohh, in the public's eyes. 
 
The day before, they'll be sure to build me up, 
to make their effect when  they say i'm washed up; 
today i'm again full of talent and insight, 
yet old hat and dull as last night. 
 
Those who resent or despise, 
swear my with vic
A Matter Of Sense lyrics

It wasn?t guilt that brought them here
they had no choice
they could not stay this time
They tried so hard to preserve
the world they knew
to hard to hold their line
I
ous lies, 
whatever whim be striking, 
my pain never pondering. 
 
Refrain :   
They speak of me without having known me, 
judge based on just what they see, 
nothing too sacred not to scrutinize, 
vile honor life in the public's eyes. 
ohh, in the public's eyes. 
 
All done behind my back, 
laughing at what they say i lack, 
doubting any genious, 
my achievement all now worthless. 
 
Fear of er
Black Sunday lyrics

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday
with freezing rains melting and no trains running
and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy
and my seat rocking from legs not quite match
sing the deception, 
limits shows of affection, 
i may appear a bit the recluse, 
but it's just wariness of their abuse. 
 
All done behind my back, 
laughing at what they say i lack, 
doubting any genious, 
my achievement all now worthless. 
 
Vile honor life in the public's eyes.     ... 
 
words by 
Robert-gil  BARLAT  MARECHAL 
 
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