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3. Exacerbation from Digital Compositions
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5. A Lass' Tale from Digital Compositions
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In the aftermath of the yelling match
the boy cries so hard into his bed
he screams I hate you down the hallway stair
A broken door... a broken heart... a face so red
Collateral damage takes it toll
Collateral damage sears my soul
It runs the course of all our lives
From pastors sons to lonely wives
Collateral damage spares not a one
Collateral damage will always come
It runs the river of all our lives
From prisoner’s sons to judge’s lies
Collateral damage eludes easy solution
Collateral damage or revolution
Collateral Damage
Collateral Damage
In the aftermath two towers fall
A nation cries so hard for days
They scream I hate you from across the stone
a fallen cop... a burned firefighter... another’s ways
Collateral damage takes it toll
Collateral damage sears my soul
It runs the course of all our lives
From bastard sons to beaten wives
Collateral damage spares not a one
Collateral damage will always come
It runs the river of all our lives
From broker’s sons to media lies
Collateral damage has no resolution
Collateral damage or revolution
Collateral Damage
Collateral Damage
In the aftermath of life so sweet
the family cries so hard with each other
They scream I hate you at their god
a baby sister....a grieving man...an absent brother
Collateral damage takes it toll
Collateral damage sears my soul It runs the course of all our lives
From forgotten sons to weeping wives
Collateral damage spares not a one
Collateral damage will always come
It runs the river of all our lives
From all our sons and all our lies
Collateral Damage
Collateral Damage
Collateral Damage
Collateral Damage
Pete Nyblom September 2001
I still remember your brother
he came so loud and bright
your momma said ain’t he sweet
I just saw tears in our eyes
he was so god damn perfect
he’s our entire life.
He smiles when we say nothing
He sleeps by himself at night
you may have been so brave
you may have been so wise
you may have been all sugar
you may have been all spice
you may not have been perfect
without thinking twice.
dammit you’re not blighted
dammit you’re not blighted
you may not have been perfect
but dammit you’re not blighted
I wish you were here to hold your moms hand.
I know if you had met your mother
you woulda loved her smile
she would say ain’tcha sweet?
then you’d sleep for awhile
you would be so perfect
you’d be part of our life
she’d smile when you say nothing
you’d sleep with her at night
you may have been so brave
you may have been so wise
you may have been all sugar
you may have been all spice
you may not have been perfect
without thinking twice.
dammit you’re not blighted
dammit you’re not blighted
you may not have been perfect
but dammit you’re not blighted
I wish you were here to hold your moms hand.
you may have been so brave
you may have been so wise
you may have been all sugar
you may have been all spice
you may not have been perfect
without thinking twice.
dammit you’re not blighted
dammit you’re not blighted
you may not have been perfect
but dammit you’re not blighted
I wish you were here to hold your moms hand.
Pete Nyblom December 4, 2001
I wish to serve you like no warrior can!
Release my sword and unleash the kraken!
There’s more here than just one kiss I’ll pleasure you to an eternal
bliss!
I am but the instrument of your desire!
Don’t be afraid of the hot hellfire!
Call to me and I am yours.
Conjure me from legend and lore!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
My flesh awaits your sensual request and command!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
You know that now I am more than man!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
Ride my sword to the crest of your wave!!!!
Part your wings and prepare for the heavens to open up with thunder and
lightning!
Thunder and Lightning YEAH!!!!
I wish to serve you like a warrior can!
Remove my belt and engulf my flame!
There’s more here than just one night I’ll pleasure you thru the
daylight!
I am but the instrument of your desire!
Don’t be afraid of the hot hellfire!
Call to me and I am yours.
Conjure me from legend and lore!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
My flesh awaits your sensual request and command!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
You know that now I am more than man!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
Bid me welcome to your bed… I am your slave!
Ride my sword to the crest of your wave!!!!
Part your wings and prepare for the heavens to open up with thunder and
lightning!
Thunder and Lightning YEAH!!!!
Pete Nyblom September 2002
She whispers love songs on the wind
She whispers her kisses on moonbeams.
She whispers love songs on the wind
Fairie kisses in warm color streams.
Two lovers look for sweet dreams to alight,
two lovers together that night.
She sings to him with golden fairies in dreams,
as fairie-song lilts into cold air of sleep.
Sitting on windows, sleeping with cats...
worry fades, sorrow shades, no that is that.
Soft flutters of wings in my night,
mead tasting kisses of you in the light.
Sweeter as honey, sweet as fruit from the vines,
the feeling of joy from your radiant eyes.
I lose myself in your siren tones,
Alas, we have but letters alone.
Two lovers apart look to the same moonglow.
Two lovers apart love the same, don't you know.
Two lovers wait for silent caress,
Two lovers together, gently kiss.
She whispers love songs on the wind
She whispers her kisses on moonbeams.
She whispers love songs on the wind
Fairie kisses in warm color streams
Two lovers apart gaze up to moonglow...
think of each other, yet they didn't know.
Each lovers heart hears the other's at night
when fairies send kisses thru soft moonlight.
She whispers love songs on the wind
She whispers her kisses on moonbeams.
She whispers love songs on the wind
Fairie kisses in warm color streams.
Pete Nyblom September 2002