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Tilting At Windmills
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WE are 24, 20, and 5_? But age is not important, because when the music starts goin, we're all really 15-year-olds. But we are the fucking shit, and that's no
ROCK & ROLL ----------------------------------------- Robert Bock (Chelin)- Vocals, Guitar, Piano Alejandro Ramirez (Jefe)- Backing Vocals, Bass Dennis Bock (Chelon)- Drums, Percussion With Special Appearances By: Craig Golub (live, jam, studio) Jason Fogelson (live, jam, management, PR) David Canas (live, jam) Matt McNiff (studio) Damien Jonze (live, jam, studio) Esther Williams (management, PR)
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Rock • Classic Rock
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Peak #2,135
Peak in subgenre #213
Author
Dennis Bock/Robert Bock
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October 10, 2005
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I wrote this song for a friend of mine, because at that time it felt as though he was my only friend. I [Robert] wrote the lyrics for the chorus and the bridge, while my brother [Dennis] wrote the lyrics for the verses.
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Words intoxicating cells that the mind has thought Dreams of fairy tales that cannot be bought Waiting in the empty queue for a yesterday And then the setting sun blinds the other way Will he ever get back to the life that he lived Broken truths from songs that the gods did give Now he's lost again with the giants on his back And raises his lonely joust for the attack Tilting again, tilting again Me and my steed and my only friend Caught on the wheels of this turning bine But we're tilting again Oh we're tilting again A simple walk made cross-eyed by blasphemy Making my windmills fall back towards the sea Looking for a tomorrow that will never come Fade in the lights of the city forever done Tilting again, tilting again Me and my steed and my only friend Caught on the wheels of this turning bine But we're tilting again Oh we're tilting again A meager shadow on the wall Is all they acknowledge him to be He will go, but he won't refuse to believe When they try and make him see, (yeah) The checkered tiles lead me on a still path Set before me by the edge of wrath Calm as the sea I plant myself alone Leave the anger and I go out on my own Tilting again, tilting again Me and my steed and my only friend Caught on the wheels of this turning bine But we're tilting again Oh we're tilting again {Repeat}
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