Diamonds in the Sidewalk Songtext
von Apollo 440 feat. Jack Kerouac
Diamonds in the Sidewalk Songtext
Praised be delusion, the ripple
Praised be the holy ocean of eternity
Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.
Praised be the non-ending
Praised be the lights of Earth-man
Praised be the watchers
Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep; the valour of angels in valleys of hell on Earth below.
Praised be delusion, the ripple
Praised be the holy ocean of eternity
Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.
Praised be man! He is existing in milk, and living in lillies,
And his violent music takes place in milk, and creamy emptiness.
Praised be the unfolded, inside petal flesh of tenderest thought
Petrols, and follying wave valleys idly sing themselves asleep.
Praised be delusion, the ripple
Praised be the holy ocean of eternity
Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.
Praised be wood, it is milk
Praised be honey at the source
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep; the valour of angels in valleys of hell on Earth below.
Praised be the non-ending
Praised be the lights of Earth-man
Praised be the watchers
Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk.
Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.
Praised be the holy ocean of eternity
Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.
Praised be the non-ending
Praised be the lights of Earth-man
Praised be the watchers
Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep; the valour of angels in valleys of hell on Earth below.
Praised be delusion, the ripple
Praised be the holy ocean of eternity
Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.
Praised be man! He is existing in milk, and living in lillies,
And his violent music takes place in milk, and creamy emptiness.
Praised be the unfolded, inside petal flesh of tenderest thought
Petrols, and follying wave valleys idly sing themselves asleep.
Praised be delusion, the ripple
Praised be the holy ocean of eternity
Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.
Praised be wood, it is milk
Praised be honey at the source
Praised be the embrace of soft sleep; the valour of angels in valleys of hell on Earth below.
Praised be the non-ending
Praised be the lights of Earth-man
Praised be the watchers
Praised be my fellow man for dwelling in milk.
Praised be I, riding; dead already, and dead again.
Writer(s): Howard Gray, Jack Kerouac, Norman Fisher-jones, Trevor Gray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com