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
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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
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
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
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
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't
So 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
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
I'll take you to a city Where the skies are all aglow - Where the roads are sung & spread, And the lights are glimmin' low. I'd grab your arms once And
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
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
for their fellow friend, humanity's noose is at its end, nothing else can be done, a blood red moon has eclipsed the sun, our final day has turned to