Oh, the grove is hotter than an ocean’s oven When the rays of light do boil Find this place this ? is too difficult to turn All over in white so fine It cleft my palate Palette knives split ? knees of trees Oh, the grove is hotter than an ocean’s oven When the rays of light do boil Find this place this ? it’s too difficult to turn All over in white so fine It cleft my palate Palette knives split ? knees of trees Like a beach where ? Salt water poisons the roots As the trees are too old They grow anymore that's this far as they’ll go Really all they want to do is lay down And sleep, forget about their dreams Oh, the ? in a round ? the sky is their ground I try to put my finger on it It's loose, to fast to pause Stalling expectation breaks a heart’s inclination World's spilling itself up to the ground The worlds and onwards we break For the spinning dials never to delay Oh, the roots are red ? in the ground Excommunicate our fathers We walk hesitantly towards the grave And die wondering what’s been saved Face the faceless end embrace The race is on radiage oh well We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more We want more
Their music casts a spell. Magick.
This song is beautiful. I would march on a revolution singing to this.
Oh, the grove is hotter than an ocean’s oven
When the rays of light do boil
Find this place this ? is too difficult to turn
All over in white so fine
It cleft my palate
Palette knives split ? knees of trees
Oh, the grove is hotter than an ocean’s oven
When the rays of light do boil
Find this place this ? it’s too difficult to turn
All over in white so fine
It cleft my palate
Palette knives split ? knees of trees
Like a beach where ?
Salt water poisons the roots
As the trees are too old
They grow anymore that's this far as they’ll go
Really all they want to do is lay down
And sleep, forget about their dreams
Oh, the ? in a round ?
the sky is their ground
I try to put my finger on it
It's loose, to fast to pause
Stalling expectation breaks a heart’s inclination
World's spilling itself up to the ground
The worlds and onwards we break
For the spinning dials never to delay
Oh, the roots are red
? in the ground
Excommunicate our fathers
We walk hesitantly towards the grave
And die wondering what’s been saved
Face the faceless end embrace
The race is on radiage oh well
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
We want more
Someone in South Gate, California loves this.
Bump.: 🤘
Someone in Tallahassee loves it too
Some voice on this soulful lady, really love this...
let the good music play
fantastic music
HARİKA
This is great
wow che voce...
Allaam insallah bu sarkiyi sertap erener dinleyip mundar etmez🙏🏽
the lyrics peaaassssseeeeeeee
tiger blood
Do you know Tommy that makes tea for Hawkwind?