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Speak Only in Random Song Lyrics

Stevicus

Veteran Member
Staff member
Premium Member
Sinner rider, rides in with the storm
The devil rides beside him
The devil is his god, God help you mourn
Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder
Deafen every living thing about
Can you, can you see it, can you
See the mountains darken yonder
Black sun rising, time is running out

Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of the
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!
Sinner!

The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal

When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy, let me tell you what"

"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
 

Balthazzar

N. Germanic Descent
I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times where I could not find a friend
but I always thought that I would see you again
 

Wu Wei

ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal

When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy, let me tell you what"

"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
Well these Georgia Peaches
Son they know their way around
They can take your money, son before you get sight of town
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime
I think they're cute, think they're cute as they can be
Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach
 

Balthazzar

N. Germanic Descent
You're just as broken as I am
But you're a way better liar
You taught me how to play this game
You told me you'd take me higher
And now there's fire in the skies
And I am loosing my sleep
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
You're just as broken as I am
But you're a way better liar
You taught me how to play this game
You told me you'd take me higher
And now there's fire in the skies
And I am loosing my sleep
"I wanna be with you
Long as you want me to
But don't move away"
Ain't that what you said?
Ain't that what you said?
Ain't that what you said?
Liar
Liar, liar
 

Balthazzar

N. Germanic Descent
The passion that once consumed me has turned to ashes on the ground
All that I've been given, I give it to you (I give it to you)
I can't stand here watching you fail to tell the truth (to tell the truth)
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times where I could not find a friend
but I always thought that I would see you again
Raindrops are falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
 

Wu Wei

ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal

When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy, let me tell you what"

"I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you play pretty good fiddle, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"
Well these Georgia Peaches
Son they know their way around
They can take your money, son before you get sight of town
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime
I think they're cute, think they're cute as they can be
Talkin' about a funny talkin', honk-tonking Georgia Peach
 

Wu Wei

ursus senum severiorum and ex-Bisy Backson
Remember my name. Fame!
I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly--high!
I can see through mountains, watch me disappear
I can even touch the sky
Swallowing colours of the sound I hear
Am I just a crazy guy? You bet
Momma's gonna worry
I've been a bad, bad boy
No use saying sorry
It's something that I enjoy
If you could be inside my head
You'd see that black and white is red
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Come on and join me
 

Balthazzar

N. Germanic Descent
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow
Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours


My home is kind
Man, it pays to be blind
Well, I promise to forget you
Run on, yeah
No swallowed pride
No conspiracy lies
Oh, broken promise a virtue
Run on, Lord, run on
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
The passion that once consumed me has turned to ashes on the ground
All that I've been given, I give it to you (I give it to you)
I can't stand here watching you fail to tell the truth (to tell the truth)
I will never do anything to hurt you
(I will never do one little thing to you baby)
I'll give all my love to you
 

Balthazzar

N. Germanic Descent
Can you feel that?
Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant, I kneel (will you give it to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
 

Spice

StewardshipPeaceIntergityCommunityEquality
Continue on my friends. You've worn me out for one day, but it has indeed been a blast. I'll be back tomorrow to see what lyrical challenges have been presented -- and met!
 

Balthazzar

N. Germanic Descent
Heads held high
Contemplating fight or flight
You ask me why
I say the answer lies inside
Though the moon outruns the sun
She reflects her light

... find the strength to become
A storm that never loses speed
When it's said and done
You become the wolf you feed
 
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