Hawk~ won't trade freedom for safety
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Hawk~ won't trade freedom for safety
but this one can’t wait.
To maximize the experience, adjust your mindset to blank/receptive. Get out your headphones or earbuds, and squeeze your eyelids shut real tight. If the eyelid movies aren’t an option, I recommend a very dark room. There are images that accompany the video, but really… this little ditty is made for your imagination. Pump up the volume.
Rated: 420 Friendly, 98 on the Acid Index.
Hawk~ won't trade freedom for safety
Shadows on the mountain, and the night begins to fall;
Gather up the children, ‘fore the darkness takes us all.
Tribe has come together, standin’ naked against the night;
Twenty feet from the fire, the evil waits with zombie eyes.
Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!
Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!
Oh! Sneakin’ through the long grass on leopard feet silently,
A beast already dead comes to join the dance on the zombie.
Ooh! Time has come again – again the moment of truth;
The terror is at hand, and there’s nothin’ you can do.
Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!
Eye-eye-eye eye of the Zombie!
From out of nowhere he’s there, flashing hideous teeth,
Panic in the crowd, helter-skelter, we’re brought to our knees.
Back to the darkness, back on the mountain he stands,
You can’t fight a shadow, you can’t kill a dead man.
Eye of the Zombie, by John Fogerty
Hawk~ won't trade freedom for safety
Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
You know, I just looked around and he’s gone.
Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked around and he’s gone.
Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked ‘round and he’s gone.
Didn’t you love the things that they stood for?
Didn’t they try to find some good for you and me?
And we’ll be free
Some day soon, and it’s a-gonna be one day …
Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
I thought I saw him walk up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.
by Richard Holler
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