Burton Cummings - Powers at Play Lyrics
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Powers at Play
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What Are The Lyrics For Powers at Play By Burton Cummings?
I can feel the powers at play
I feel fear and I back away From what they send me, from what they send me Powers that thrive and powers so real Some arcane and some genteel They make me humble They're here to rumble The simple dark or the simple light The simple wrong or the simple right Will not save me, if they enslave me Here sits Jim and there sits John They call back from the great beyond Can you not hear them? You must not fear them Here one speaks in a garbled tongue Lies are spoken while truths are sung It's never ended Beliefs extended Poet sits with cursed hag Martyrs gamble and saints will brag While angels scorn them, and we will mourn them What do you think you been doin' here You think this is just some favor? There ain't no waiters in the parlor now And you don't pick the flavor I had hours and I had days I had living explain its ways I had my loved ones, I had my loved ones I felt solid and I felt whole I had spirits wrapped round my soul They were a treasure Unbridled pleasure The simple wrong or the simple right The simple dark or the simple light Will never be enough Never be enough They will never be enough Never be enough What do you think you been doin' here You think this is just some favor? There ain't no waiters in the parlor now And you don't pick the flavor I can feel the powers at play I feel fear and I back away From what they send me From what they send me |
Who Wrote Powers at Play By Burton Cummings?
Burton Cummings
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What's The Duration Of The Powers at Play By Burton Cummings?The duration of Powers at Play is 4:42 minutes and seconds. |
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