Mountain - Pride And Passion Lyrics






One man's life passed all in needing.
Words out loud that want repeating.
Fathers passed to sons their craving.
Woman's loved.
Their children saving kings who walk with banners waving still.
I have no heart for listening to the men who talk of peace.
They're putting all their nonsense in my way.
won't you please, my love, please rest your tired little hands.
We've been talking half the night and there's so much more to say.





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  1. S.... t....

    Total masterpiece

  2. j.... z....

    One man's life has stalled in needing.
    Words out loud that want repeating.
    Fathers passed to sons their craving.
    Woman's loved their children saving
    Kings who walk in banners waving still.
    I have no heart for listening, to the men who talk of
    Peace.
    They're putting all their nonsense in my way.
    Won't you please my love, please rest your tired little
    Hands.
    We've been talking half the night, and there's so much
    More to say.
    Mothers asking for this one more time, before their
    Babies come
    They're misled in the smells of dusty tea
    Someplace there is better, where time looks nothing
    Turned to stone
    But the sun is shining yellow, and it's turned to shine
    On me
    Someone breathing discontent in the circling vapour
    Light
    And frozen little soldiers guard their homeland through
    The night
    And the million nameless cattle, weather out just one
    Last time
    And the heartbeat in that aching crowd no it will not
    Beat with mine
    The answer we're all given, to the base analogy
    And hither led us all into the war
    The children who once laughed at this, would breath
    Behind the song
    It's the season for re-living, but they're living in
    The heart
    Someone breathing discontent in the circling vapour
    Light
    And frozen little soldiers guard their homeland through
    The night
    So a million nameless cattle, weather out just one last
    Time
    And the heartbeat in that aching crowd no it will not
    Beat with mine
    Hearts all filled of pride and passion
    Sacrificed in royal nations
    Stand we here in humble breeding
    Save the souls who in retreating
    Prayed for and even needing now

  3. J.... B....

    I remember 1970

  4. F.... H....

    My brother was 8 years older than me. When he would come home on leave (during the Vietnam War) Bob would bring me albums to learn. I was 13. Leslie taught me 1/2 of my style. Hendrix and Johnny Winter finished the job. Thanks for the great licks Leslie!

  5. P.... K....

    Stevie Knight seems to have his shit toghether here....

    P.... K....

    +Paul Kukay Felix's Masterpiece.

    P.... K....

    Felix had many masterpieces!