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LOVE'S ANTHOLOGY
by GABE TURCO

Let the words be your guide
Leading you past the lies (the Materialism)
Opening your eyes
So you can see my life
My pain, sorrow, and true nature
When will it be
That I will lie with you
With you.....With you.....With you
In a dream holding each other
Wrapped in love
Lay me down
In your arms
To tell me it's alright

When I wake up
I see your eyes staring upon me
Gazing @t a new future
Knowing what I will be
Guiding me into your life

Last year
Last life
Lost my love
Lost my treasure
Lost my song
Found the meaning in the lonely hills
To lead me to you

What will it be like
When I wake up
See your face
And can only smile

--FLASHBACK--

What will it be like
In a dream
When my heart sings that old song
Lamenting for you
-The same old song-
Where are you!

A new meaning
In her eyes
Even when her evil ways
Corrupt and guide me
When will I realize
I have no home
Destined to wander
Until her eyes open the doors to my kingdom
Comforting me by her growing fire
I have no money for the plane
No ticket for Aires train
Now I have to hitch a ride
Letting the mad driver
Guide me home

And the preacher
Knows I'm going to stay
Only to make the trek INTO the bay
If I don't tell her
On this summer's day
What will become of me?

Entering the black hole
Traveling to another time
What a twisted imagination
To invent such a creation
And I DON'T want to leave right now
This is who I am
Always comforted in the room (of decit)
My love accepts the facad of her doom
Thinking of my love
Even while pumping my gas
How will I overcome her
When I thought it guaranteed
OOOOHH YEAH!!!
My love
When I ran out
Ran out of promises
Come to me , my country
Your the only one
In my sacred eyes
My baby
My baby
Come to me
Wanting to.........
Well.....Well......
Going down......
Wonder what it will be like?
Almost like the feeling of the chariotier
After winning the race around the Parthenon
Because he is borne
Borne without the gift to cry
Only to feel the pain of the Bard
Invisioned in the crystal

"Summer's Sunday and a year"
Soon my soul will heal and be clear


end.....