So what, you think this is usual Strange moon, strange land Strange man Hold your hands tightly horses Hold them, hold them kindly Man Low red moon
just makin' me sad The stars have turned cherry red I'm strummin' on my gay guitar Smokin' a cheap cigar The ghost of our old love has not gone away
have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons
polished so long ago Before your master chose instead To make my bed of snow? Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red And you're speaking far too low
of Shalott. Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon
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so long ago, before your master chose instead to make my bed of snow? Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red and you're speaking far too low. No
what, you think this is usual? Strange moon, strange land, strange man. Hold the hands of tiny horses, Hold them, hold them kindly, man. Low Red Moon
Oh, shit! Get down, get low. Turn the radio on, You're invited to a graveyard party tonight. Punk is heavy and the moon is full, Dead never looked to
so long ago, before your master chose instead to make my bed of snow? Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red and you're speaking far too low
just making me sad The stars have turned cherry red I'm strumming on my gay guitar Smoking a cheap cigar The ghost of our old love has not gone away Don
Lady of Shalott. Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon
tidal waves has begun (Water one) I wrote the book that shook America to splinters In a winter wasteland Icicle-bound barren township Call barren moon
Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons. I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought I