Land Of Plenty


the people i knew as my brethren

in days when our faith spawned a language

our hands created... a future blurring from my memory

wrought by the seasons

and the dust of the deceased is poured out in the sea

and over a landscape of the city... where everything goes up

our memories grasp for days to be released


or didnít you notice? your fever was gone by the morning

welcome, welcome to the Land of Plenty

where all you see is, all you see is all youíll ever see

or didnít you notice? your fever was gone by the morning

welcome, welcome to the Land of Plenty

where all you see is, all you see is all youíll ever see

...or didnít you notice?


he held the light rod to my forehead

as grains into tourmaline forming

the hours waited... for truth to become true unflinchingly

the hours waited...

in the flux of destiny... the tired tide recedes

until the purpose of our journey becomes revealed to us

and beckons like the shore unto the sea


welcome, welcome to the Land of Plenty

where all you see is, all you see is all youíll ever see

or didnít you notice? your fever was gone by the morning

...or didnít you notice?


last call to Islam... last call to Heaven... last call to Zion...

last call to Islam... last call to Heaven... last call to Zion...

last call to Islam... last call to Heaven... last call to Zion...


welcome, welcome to the Land of Plenty

where all you see is, all you see is all youíll ever see

or didnít you notice? your fever was gone by the morning

welcome, welcome to the Land of Plenty

where all you see is, all you see is all youíll ever see

...or didnít you notice?



Words by Carlos Tulloss & David Delmar. ©2003



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