Song Description
(Demo)
| Song Length |
2:24 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male/Female |
| Mood |
Frantic, Ecstatic |
Subject |
Gourmet Food, Royalty |
| Similar Artists |
The Black Crowes, The Rolling Stones |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
Shadows turn from black to white
Ghosts they vanish out of sight
The heyday of the martyr's comin' round
Well don't ya' tell Momma, Don't ya' tell Dad
Just let it roll on and, Think of the Times that we had
Forget about feelin' so sad
Think of the times that we had,
The memories should make you feel glad
Eclipses of the silvery moon
Are chasin' me around the room
Waves are pounding harshly with no sound
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Vigilantes scribe their dreams
On walls with open-hearted screams
A noose is waiting at the edge of town
(Chorus)