the times they are
a-endin'-מחווה לבוב דילן

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
Nobody criticize no one understands
Your sons and your daughters are buried in sand
The new road is rapidly bendin'
And the men who do walk it are men without hands
For the times they are a-endin

שיר ארס

Tomorrow when the sun will raise,
You'll wake up and open thaws eyes,
You'll see sleeping men, who sleep like flies,
And boyish toys of ignoramus size

Slaves

מחאה

Shortens the years,
Enlarges the fears,
Sells in the mall,
Makes us feel small,
Smokes all the air,
Kills all the bears,
Keeps us updated,
But never related