Today: I welcome back to Earth a broken, bruised band of men called Nada Surf
An ambassador, a poet
And an architect who fought the stars as they brandished guitars
And they flew direct
Who could have known they�d face the demons
And silence the screams to get back home
And Lo! They�ve seized the Golden Crown
And a thousand perfect, imprisoned maidens have turned around
To see the story unfold!
They break the chains and clean the stains
And the castle turns to solid gold
Diamonds at their feet
Rubies line the streets!
Wear, with honor now, your rings of gold!
And now, all hail the universe
For Matthew, Daniel and Ira are known as Nada Surf
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Saturday, August 4, 2007
Connection And C - Chris Walla
If I don�t make my next connection
I�m surely drawing near the end
I don�t know when you think I�m going To have the chance to have
A chance like this again
The way you move
Connecting lines to threads and thoughts
To tread your path from what was in your head
To what�s now closer to your pen
We proceed for now
Our present course of action
Seems to work somehow
I�m surely drawing near the end
I don�t know when you think I�m going To have the chance to have
A chance like this again
The way you move
Connecting lines to threads and thoughts
To tread your path from what was in your head
To what�s now closer to your pen
We proceed for now
Our present course of action
Seems to work somehow
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