Today is Messedrocker's day!
All I see turns to brown,
as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand,
as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find where I've been.
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves
no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place,
yellow desert stream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon,
I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high and true,
when movin through kashmir.
Oh, father of the four winds,
fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face,
along the straits of fear.
Let me take you there...
Happy Day, Messedrocker!