Sorrows of the Earth
May our tears of rain wash down to bathe you
This is what life is worth
When the fires still burn and rage all around
Can you hear that dreadful sound?
Fire still burning on the ground
Follow the fearsome sound
As they march to battle, hear the drums pound
We do not fight for war
But to save the lives of those who do so
Can you hear that dreadful sound?
Fire still burning on the ground
Can you feel my love
Rising with the heat above?
Life's the story of
Ascending to the stars as one
Marching across the land
Is a peaceful army joining the band
Walking hand in hand
To an anthem loudly sung where they stand
Can you hear that dreadful sound?
Fire still burning on the ground
Can you feel my love
Rising with the heat above?
Life's the story of
Ascending to the stars as one
Greta Van Fleet - The Battle at Garden’s Gate Album Lyrics
Greta Van Fleet - The Battle at Garden’s Gate Lyrics
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Broken Bells
I can see the faces through the broken glass
No longer pass
Looking at the sky I see the city lights
But no star fights
I never wanna fall asleep
Within our dreams the weight we sew, we reap
Though I believe the sun still shines and
I believe there comes a time
When out of silence we will sing
And even broken bells will ring
Not all the answers are the same
Yet we still play the game
Sweeping off the pavement with a parlor broom
Going nowhere soon
Between the cracks of sidewalk, there's a flower grown
Beyond the stone
I never wanna fall asleep
Within our dreams the weight we sew, we reap
Though I believe the sun still shines and
I believe there comes a time
When out of silence we will sing
And even broken bells will ring
Not all the answers are the same
Yet we still play the game
Yet we still play the game
When out of silence we will sing
And even broken bells will ring
Not all the answers are the same
Yet we still play the game
No longer pass
Looking at the sky I see the city lights
But no star fights
I never wanna fall asleep
Within our dreams the weight we sew, we reap
Though I believe the sun still shines and
I believe there comes a time
When out of silence we will sing
And even broken bells will ring
Not all the answers are the same
Yet we still play the game
Sweeping off the pavement with a parlor broom
Going nowhere soon
Between the cracks of sidewalk, there's a flower grown
Beyond the stone
I never wanna fall asleep
Within our dreams the weight we sew, we reap
Though I believe the sun still shines and
I believe there comes a time
When out of silence we will sing
And even broken bells will ring
Not all the answers are the same
Yet we still play the game
Yet we still play the game
When out of silence we will sing
And even broken bells will ring
Not all the answers are the same
Yet we still play the game
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Built By Nations
When a man must walk the Devil's road, oh
Churning up the earth below
He is bound to brothers built by nations
With no pride to call his own
Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
When all of Hell tries to drag you down
Whoa, the wounded warrior
whoa, on this battleground
Who is he to think of his survival
When a man must kill his home?
Standing naked in the breast of canyons
Where companions are alone
Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
When all of Hell tries to drag you down
Whoa, the wounded warrior
whoa, on this battleground
Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
Gets so loud
Whoa, the wounded warrior
Warrior
Churning up the earth below
He is bound to brothers built by nations
With no pride to call his own
Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
When all of Hell tries to drag you down
Whoa, the wounded warrior
whoa, on this battleground
Who is he to think of his survival
When a man must kill his home?
Standing naked in the breast of canyons
Where companions are alone
Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
When all of Hell tries to drag you down
Whoa, the wounded warrior
whoa, on this battleground
Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
Gets so loud
Whoa, the wounded warrior
Warrior
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Age of Machine
Yeah, yeah
Perfect child
Plugged in since the womb
Prophet of the dune
In this electric tomb
Man has made
An omnipresent force
Heading on a course
For interstellar shores
Ah, ah, hey, hey
God machine
Malfunctioned as it grew
And the circuits blew
Falling down on you
Now you're free
Unplug from the source
No more underscores
Open up the doors
Ah, ah, hey, hey
Feeling
Oh God, the feeling
We need some healing
We need some healing
God knows if you feel defeated
You have been cheated
You have retreated
Feeling
Oh God, the feeling
We need some healing
We need some healing
God knows if you feel defeated
You have been cheated
You have retreated
Perfect child
Plugged in since the womb
Prophet of the dune
In this electric tomb
Man has made
An omnipresent force
Heading on a course
For interstellar shores
Ah, ah, hey, hey
God machine
Malfunctioned as it grew
And the circuits blew
Falling down on you
Now you're free
Unplug from the source
No more underscores
Open up the doors
Ah, ah, hey, hey
Feeling
Oh God, the feeling
We need some healing
We need some healing
God knows if you feel defeated
You have been cheated
You have retreated
Feeling
Oh God, the feeling
We need some healing
We need some healing
God knows if you feel defeated
You have been cheated
You have retreated
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Tears of Rain
Bathing in the light around us
Praying for the night to comfort thee
Dancing on the coals below us
Praying for the flood to set us free
And the planet is still turning
And the faces are still burning
And the mothers with their children
Search for the rain
Drifting through the plains before us
As it turns to dust before our eyes
Pleading for a God to pour us
Just a little bit of rain from an empty sky
And the planet is still turning
And the faces are still burning
And the mothers with their children
Search for the rain
Yeah
Who will bring the rain? Oh
Who will bring the rain? Hey
Who will bring the rain?
Oh, no, no
Who will bring the rain? Oh
Who will bring it?
Who will bring the rain?
Praying for the night to comfort thee
Dancing on the coals below us
Praying for the flood to set us free
And the planet is still turning
And the faces are still burning
And the mothers with their children
Search for the rain
Drifting through the plains before us
As it turns to dust before our eyes
Pleading for a God to pour us
Just a little bit of rain from an empty sky
And the planet is still turning
And the faces are still burning
And the mothers with their children
Search for the rain
Yeah
Who will bring the rain? Oh
Who will bring the rain? Hey
Who will bring the rain?
Oh, no, no
Who will bring the rain? Oh
Who will bring it?
Who will bring the rain?
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stardust Chords
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Ahh, ahh
Ohh
Roses in the bush
Cut down at the Garden's Gate
It was too late
So much has fallen
Sound the broken bells
The priestess amongst us heeds
Bring in the seeds
A garden must grow, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Prisoners of the king
Are promised their freedom for
Planting a score
Of infantry vines
From the bowing earth
Uprises the weeds of war
Caving the floor
A renaissance born, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Whoa, ohh
Ohh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, ohh
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Whoa, whoa, whoa, it has been said
Yeah, yeah, yeah, make up your bed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, lay down your head
Whoa, whoa
Ahh, ahh
Ohh
Roses in the bush
Cut down at the Garden's Gate
It was too late
So much has fallen
Sound the broken bells
The priestess amongst us heeds
Bring in the seeds
A garden must grow, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Prisoners of the king
Are promised their freedom for
Planting a score
Of infantry vines
From the bowing earth
Uprises the weeds of war
Caving the floor
A renaissance born, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Whoa, ohh
Ohh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, ohh
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Whoa, whoa, whoa, it has been said
Yeah, yeah, yeah, make up your bed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, lay down your head
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Greg Kurstin, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Light My Love
Can you light my love?
Flames glowing bright as the sun
Deeper than oceans you run
Watch as our world has begun
Your mind is a stream of colors
Extending beyond our sky
A land of infinite wonders
A billion lightyears from here now
Whoa, light my love
Whoa, light my love
I have seen pictures of time
The frames still in motion I find
A grand revolution outlined
Hate bound by fear will unwind
Your mind is a stream of colors
Extending beyond our sky
A land of infinite wonders
A billion lightyears from here now
Whoa, light my love
Whoa, light my love
Oh-whoa
Ooh
Whoa, light my love
Whoa, light my love
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa
Flames glowing bright as the sun
Deeper than oceans you run
Watch as our world has begun
Your mind is a stream of colors
Extending beyond our sky
A land of infinite wonders
A billion lightyears from here now
Whoa, light my love
Whoa, light my love
I have seen pictures of time
The frames still in motion I find
A grand revolution outlined
Hate bound by fear will unwind
Your mind is a stream of colors
Extending beyond our sky
A land of infinite wonders
A billion lightyears from here now
Whoa, light my love
Whoa, light my love
Oh-whoa
Ooh
Whoa, light my love
Whoa, light my love
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Greg Kurstin, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Caravel
Crash against wave upon wave, whoa oh
To strange horizons, ooh
Heel to the mist and the wind, yeah yeah
You wake the movement, ooh
Whoa, as you can tell
This was the age of the Caravel
Whoa, as you can tell
These are the times you'll remember well
Sail to the end of the world, whoa, oh
For death or glory, ooh
Bow with your face to the sky, yeah, yeah
We are the movement, ooh
Whoa, as you can tell
This was the age of the Caravel
Whoa, as you can tell
These are the times you'll remember well
Whoa, woo
No, no, no
Whoa
Ay, yeah, oh
To strange horizons, ooh
Heel to the mist and the wind, yeah yeah
You wake the movement, ooh
Whoa, as you can tell
This was the age of the Caravel
Whoa, as you can tell
These are the times you'll remember well
Sail to the end of the world, whoa, oh
For death or glory, ooh
Bow with your face to the sky, yeah, yeah
We are the movement, ooh
Whoa, as you can tell
This was the age of the Caravel
Whoa, as you can tell
These are the times you'll remember well
Whoa, woo
No, no, no
Whoa
Ay, yeah, oh
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Barbarians
Children with their toys of war, oh oh
Birthright of death with a fiery breath
Funeral of innocence, oh oh
Painted up in red and dressed in lead, oh yeah
Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Mothers of barbarians, oh, oh
Were your young so spry
When they left to die? Oh, yeah
Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh, whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa-oh
Ohh-oh, oh, oh
Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Birthright of death with a fiery breath
Funeral of innocence, oh oh
Painted up in red and dressed in lead, oh yeah
Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Mothers of barbarians, oh, oh
Were your young so spry
When they left to die? Oh, yeah
Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh, whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa-oh
Ohh-oh, oh, oh
Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, oh whoa
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas, Babylon, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Trip the Light Fantastic
Enter the flow
Dharma divine
Interceding signs
Carbon dancing through time
Give me the truth
And I will sing on
My universal song
To ask the questions unknown
Is to respond
Oh, whoa
Ram, ram, ram, ram
Ram, ram, ram, ram
Ram, ram, ram, ram
To comet across the blistering hue
Beyond the spaces of false and true
Away from a world we have riddled with scars
To be wholly free and amongst the stars
You are the land
The sea, and the sky, oh
The explanation why
We're tied to all things as one
Rhythm of space
Expansion of soul
A force beyond control
Travelers in time searching for
The unknown
Ram, ram, ram, ram
Ram, ram, ram, ram
Ram, ram, ram, ram
To comet across the blistering hue
Beyond the spaces of false and true
Away from a world we have riddled with scars
To be wholly free and amongst the stars
Ah sri rama, jayam
ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram
Ah sri rama, jayam
ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram
Ah sri rama, jayam
ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram
To comet across the blistering hue
Beyond the spaces of false and true
Away from a world we have riddled with scars
To be wholly free and amongst the stars
Dharma divine
Interceding signs
Carbon dancing through time
Give me the truth
And I will sing on
My universal song
To ask the questions unknown
Is to respond
Oh, whoa
Ram, ram, ram, ram
Ram, ram, ram, ram
Ram, ram, ram, ram
To comet across the blistering hue
Beyond the spaces of false and true
Away from a world we have riddled with scars
To be wholly free and amongst the stars
You are the land
The sea, and the sky, oh
The explanation why
We're tied to all things as one
Rhythm of space
Expansion of soul
A force beyond control
Travelers in time searching for
The unknown
Ram, ram, ram, ram
Ram, ram, ram, ram
Ram, ram, ram, ram
To comet across the blistering hue
Beyond the spaces of false and true
Away from a world we have riddled with scars
To be wholly free and amongst the stars
Ah sri rama, jayam
ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram
Ah sri rama, jayam
ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram
Ah sri rama, jayam
ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram, ram
To comet across the blistering hue
Beyond the spaces of false and true
Away from a world we have riddled with scars
To be wholly free and amongst the stars
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Weight of Dreams
All across the west we traveled wayward for
To find the weight of dreams in gold
Heaven sent us here to meet the hallowed shore
To claim the wealth that we had sold
Gold mines melting men in the sunshine
Spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind
Gold mines melting men in the sunshine
Spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind
We stole from her a cloak of studded majesty
The queen is dead, we robbed her grave
You can still bathe in the river but it ran dry
And all of us have turned away
Gold mines melting men in the sunshine
Spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind
Gold mines melting men in the sunshine
Spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind
To find the weight of dreams in gold
Heaven sent us here to meet the hallowed shore
To claim the wealth that we had sold
Gold mines melting men in the sunshine
Spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind
Gold mines melting men in the sunshine
Spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind
We stole from her a cloak of studded majesty
The queen is dead, we robbed her grave
You can still bathe in the river but it ran dry
And all of us have turned away
Gold mines melting men in the sunshine
Spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind
Gold mines melting men in the sunshine
Spoiled wine tastes so sweet we have gone blind
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.