From the recordings Tilting at Windmills and Sick Sick Sicks

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'Tilting at Windmills' is Track 4 from the album 'Sick Sick Sicks'

Lyrics

Those aged ways, so tired and old
Of what's mine, and won't be yours
That mind set is of a child
In grown men it can be hostile
There's new blood as old as man
It's strong and will bleed throughout the land
Divided we only fell apart
Because fear will encourage solitude
Well, I've been alone and I've been afraid
Increase heat on the pot
You can't fit all the frogs
at one time and stay unknown
There's half a chance
Heart beating man
To mend the ill
To end the kill
Until then......
You're tilting at windmills

We need a soul, don't need a "title man"
We need a heart, don't need dividing lines
We need the air, don't need a sky of smog
We need the land, don't need a toxic hog
There's half a chance
Heart beating man
To mend the ill
To end the kill
You're tilting at windmills