Psychotic Rock Star

The melancholy life of the Psychotic wannabe Rock Star.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

With the sting of the whip on my shoulder
With the salt of my sweat on my brow
Elohim, God on high,
Can You hear Your people cry:
Help us now
This dark hour...

Deliver us!
Hear our call
Deliver us
Lord of all
Remember us, here in this burning sand
Deliver us
There's a Land You promised us
Deliver us to the promised Land

YALDI HATOV VEH HARACH
AL TIRA' VEH AL TIFCHAD

My son, I have nothing I can give
But this chance that you may live
I pray we'll meet again
If He will deliver us

Deliver us...

Deliver us
Hear our prayer
Deliver us
From despair
These years of slavery grow
Too cruel to stand
Deliver us
There's a Land You promised us
Deliver us
Out of bondage and
Deliver us to the promised Land

Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream
Sleep and remember
My last lullaby
So I'll be with you when you dream

River, o river,
Flow gently for me
Such precious cargo you bear
Do you know somewhere
He can live free?
River, deliver him there...

Brother, you're safe now
And safe may you stay
For I have a prayer just for you:
Grow, baby brother
Come back someday
Come and deliver us too

Deliver us
Send a Shepherd to shepherd us
And deliver us to the promised Land
Deliver us to the promised Land

- Deliver Us taken off the Prince of Egypt OST


I suddenly felt pious and religious. I'm in a better mood really. Drained still, but better. Damnit... I missed the parties... And I wanted to go quite badly. Stupid body and this stupid flu and the stupid throat.... won't bloody leave me alone...

I hope I dream of you. (No not you Jed. Pfft) You don't know who you are but I'm sure quite a few people can guess haha :)

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