The music is reversible, but time is not. Turn back, turn back, turn back, turn back
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The music is reversible, but time is not. Turn back, turn back, turn back, turn back
REAL Fleetwood Mac
Now, when the day goes to sleep
And the full moon looks
The night is so black that the darkness cooks
Don't you come creepin' around
Makin' me do things I don't wanna do
Can't believe that you need my love so bad
Come sneakin' around tryin' to drive me mad
Bustin' in on my dreams
Makin' me see things I don't wanna see
'Cause you're da Green Manalishi with the two prong crown
All my tryin' is up, all your bringin' is down
Just takin' my love then slippin' away
Leavin' me here just tryin' to keep from followin' you
Songwriters: PETER GREEN
Now, when the day goes to sleep
And the full moon looks
The night is so black that the darkness cooks
Don't you come creepin' around
Makin' me do things I don't wanna do
Can't believe that you need my love so bad
Come sneakin' around tryin' to drive me mad
Bustin' in on my dreams
Makin' me see things I don't wanna see
'Cause you're da Green Manalishi with the two prong crown
All my tryin' is up, all your bringin' is down
Just takin' my love then slippin' away
Leavin' me here just tryin' to keep from followin' you
Songwriters: PETER GREEN
Ozzy is the Chuck Norris of rock.
You've seen life through distorted eyes
You know you had to learn
The execution of your mind
You really had to turn
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
The truth is out, the lies are old
But you don't want to know
Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies
The people who have crippled you
You want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you
And now there's just no return
You're wishing that the hands of doom
Could take your mind away
And you don't care if you don't see again
The light of day
Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies
You basturds
Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell, yeah
Everything around you
What's it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath bloody Sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you, yeah
Songwriters: JOHN OSBOURNE, TERENCE BUTLER, TONY IOMMI, W.T. WARD
You've seen life through distorted eyes
You know you had to learn
The execution of your mind
You really had to turn
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
The truth is out, the lies are old
But you don't want to know
Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies
The people who have crippled you
You want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you
And now there's just no return
You're wishing that the hands of doom
Could take your mind away
And you don't care if you don't see again
The light of day
Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies
You basturds
Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell, yeah
Everything around you
What's it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath bloody Sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you, yeah
Songwriters: JOHN OSBOURNE, TERENCE BUTLER, TONY IOMMI, W.T. WARD
Have at it @Hypnophone LOL. If you ever do turn any of it into "tunes" I want to hear an audio file, LOL. Also, if you need a songwriter, I'll take requests.... They're fun, kinda focus you a little if you have a topic 
Anna
Anna
Highways closed due to icing.
Couldn't go to work today, and I'm upset about it!! (can you tell)
Couldn't go to work today, and I'm upset about it!! (can you tell)
Heck, sometimes I want someone to have my identity so I could, you know, have a fresh start. I guess my other option would be to enter a "dissociative fugue" where folks just wander off and with complete lack of recall, start over: New town, new clothes, new personality, sometimes new "family."
I've always doubted that diagnosis, the "I don't remember" defense always seems way too easy...
Anna
I've always doubted that diagnosis, the "I don't remember" defense always seems way too easy...
Anna
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