Tobes of Hades, lit by flickering torchlight
The netherworld is gathered in the glare
Prince By-Tor takes the cavern to the north light
The sign of Eth is rising in the air
By-Tor, knight of darkness
Centurion of evil, devil’s prince
Across the River Styx, out of the lamplight
His nemesis is waiting at the gate
The Snow Dog, ermine glowing in the damp night
Coal-black eyes shimmering with hate
By-Tor and the Snow Dog
Square for battle, let the fray begin
The battle’s over and the dust is clearing
Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell
Rejoicing echoes as the dawn is nearing
By-Tor, in defeat, retreats to Hell
Snow Dog is victorious
The land of the Overworld is saved again
or as the rest of the world know’s it prog, but I call it poo.
I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn’t seem so bright
I’ve lost a few more hairs
I think I’m going bald
I think I’m going bald
Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night
Dreams of youth
And simple truths
Now we’re so involved
So involved with life
Walk down vanity fair
Memory lane everywhere
Wall Street shuffles there
Dressed in flowing hair
Once we loved the flowers
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water
But now it must be wine
Now we’ve been
And now we’ve seen
What price peace of mind
Take a piece of my mind
My life is slipping away
I’m aging every day
But even when I’m grey
I’ll still be grey my way
Come on, come on, Come on, come on, Come on, come on, Come on (2x)
D’you wanna be in my gang , my gang, my gang, D’you wanna be in my gang, Oh Yeah! (2x)
I’m the leader, I’m the leader, I’m the leader of the gang I am
I’m the leader, I’m the leader, Well there’s no one like the man I’m
I can take you high as a kite every single night
GaryI can make you jump out of bed standing on my head
Who’d ever believe it, Come on come on (3x)
D’you wanna be in my gang, a my gang, my gang, (2x)
D’you wanna be in my gang, a my gang, my gang, oh Yeah! Do You ? my gang,
Often emotionally stunted - frequently sexist - can be choc full of wrong.
"I have a hard time missing you baby, with my pistol in your mouth You may be thinkin’ ‘bout goin’ north, but your brains are staying south." (Louisiana Red’s “Sweet Blood Call”)
Any song which rhymes the word Baby with maybe also incorporating the word crazy somewhere close by.
The path is clear
Through no eyes can see
The course laid down long before
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen,
Though many times they’ve seen their way to leave…
The path is clear