billyjoelfan
10-31-2001, 07:46 PM
BRIAN
how long will the fourm be down for
thanks
billy joel ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fan!
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HOUR OF THE WOLF FORM THE HASSLES (BILLY'S 2ND PRE-SOLO BAND) WRITTEN BY B.JOEL (c.1969)
fear... and something great is past beside you in the ever fading light
time... has no more meaning all you know that theres terror in the night
What causes all your nerves to screem it's a nightmare and not a dream
it is the hour of the wolf
god... has lose the hellhounds to fead upon the prey of his diser
death...has come alive within a creature with the eyes of buring fire
theres a tingling in your brain you want to run but you remian
it is the hour of the wolf
visions of your life time flash before your eyes unicorns and dragons shake the open skys
you are alone to face the phantom in the wood
srounned by the evel and abaned by the good
now..what is this madness that invades the verry beatting of your soul
shock...the beads of sweat run down your face you fell you blood is turing cold
know what your seeing can be ture till theres nothing you can do
when it the hour of the wolf
(howlling)
(evel laughing)
look... your incrucled by pitogram of orange leaping flames
shapes... are joined closer and there toungs are chanting thousands names
a serpent carls around your head.. theres no hope umond the dead
it is the hour of the wolf
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how long will the fourm be down for
thanks
billy joel ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fan!
____________
HOUR OF THE WOLF FORM THE HASSLES (BILLY'S 2ND PRE-SOLO BAND) WRITTEN BY B.JOEL (c.1969)
fear... and something great is past beside you in the ever fading light
time... has no more meaning all you know that theres terror in the night
What causes all your nerves to screem it's a nightmare and not a dream
it is the hour of the wolf
god... has lose the hellhounds to fead upon the prey of his diser
death...has come alive within a creature with the eyes of buring fire
theres a tingling in your brain you want to run but you remian
it is the hour of the wolf
visions of your life time flash before your eyes unicorns and dragons shake the open skys
you are alone to face the phantom in the wood
srounned by the evel and abaned by the good
now..what is this madness that invades the verry beatting of your soul
shock...the beads of sweat run down your face you fell you blood is turing cold
know what your seeing can be ture till theres nothing you can do
when it the hour of the wolf
(howlling)
(evel laughing)
look... your incrucled by pitogram of orange leaping flames
shapes... are joined closer and there toungs are chanting thousands names
a serpent carls around your head.. theres no hope umond the dead
it is the hour of the wolf
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