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| 1. |
| 4:26 | 
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| 2. |
| 12:27 | 
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 3. |
| 5:03 |
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Just a step, cried the sad man,
Take a look down at the madman. Bearded kings on silver wings Fly beyond reason. From the flight of the seagull, Come the spread claws of the eagle Only fear breaks the silence, As we all kneel, pray for guidance. Tread the room, cross the abyss, Take a look down at the madness. On the streets of the city, Only spectres still have pity. Patient queues for the gallows, Sing the praises of the hallows. Our machines feed the furnace, If they take us, they will burn us. Will you still know who you are When you come to who you are? When the flames have their season Will you hold to your reason? Will you die with your chance? Can you still keep your balance? Can you wake from the nightmare? |
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| 4. |
| 7:42 |
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| 5. |
| 6:46 |
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| 6. |
| 4:35 |
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He had white horses
And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was |
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| 7. |
| 1:57 |
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| 8. |
| 4:16 |
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About a little man
If I can A gnome named Grimble Crumble And little gnomes stay in their homes Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine He wore a scarlet tunic A blue green hood It looked quite good He had a big adventure Amidst the grass Fresh air at last Wining, dining, biding his time And then one day Hooray Another way for gnomes to say Oooooooooomray Look at the sky Look at the river Isn't it good? Look at the sky Look at the river Isn't it good? Winding, finding places to go And then one day Hooray Another way for gnomes to say Oooooooooomray Ooooooooooooooomray |
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| 9. |
| 1:23 |
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| 10. |
| 4:40 |
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I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it everyday You and I are yesterday's answers The earth of the past come to flesh Eroded by time's rivers To the shapes we now possess Come share of my breath and my substance And mingle our streams and our times In that infinite moment All our reasons are lost in our eyes |
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| 11. |
| 2:31 |
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| 12. |
| 4:14 |
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| 13. |
| 1:28 |
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| 14. |
| 1:12 |
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| 15. |
| 4:09 |
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| 16. |
| 1:06 |
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| 17. |
| 6:27 |
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| 18. |
| 4:33 |
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| 19. |
| 15:28 |
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| 20. |
| 20:42 |
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| 21. |
| 1:50 |
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Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun
Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun. Talk with the sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she Didn't come clean Jumped on the mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is A queen. Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't have kissed her, but he Couldn't say no Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her, so he picked up his suit-case and Decided to go. |
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| 22. |
| 3:58 |
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Bitches Crystal
Knows how you Twist all the lines Fortune Teller Future Seller Of time Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die Witches Potion Mixed in the ocean Of tears Mystical Powers Emerge From the towers Of fear Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die Evil learning People burning Savage casting No one lasting Witchcraft Sadness Madness Turning in their minds Ritual killings That swear in The shillings to be Heretic Priestess Dwells on the Weakness she sees Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyeblack moon |
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| 23. |
| 3:48 |
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Kneel at the shrine, deceived by the wine.
How was the earth conceived? Infinite space. Is there such a place? You must believe in the human race. Can you believe, God makes you breathe. Why did he lose six million Jews. Touched by the wings, fears angel brings Sad winter storm, grey autumn dawn Who looks on life itself, who lights your way? Only you can say. How can you just obey? His the only way. Don't heed the word, now that you've heard. Don't be afraid: man is man made. And when the our comes, don't turn the away. Face the light of day. And do it your away. His the only way |
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| 24. |
| 3:20 |
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| 25. |
| 3:01 |
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There is a place, a time and a space
Just no one can trace, that non one can trace. Somewhere a hill, where things are still Rain water spill, just rain water spill. Sleep in a dream of butter milk cream You dance on a beam, dancing on a beam. Save me from this shallow land, take me out of temper's hand Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand. Save me from this shallow land, take me out of temper's hand Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand. Rest in shade, no sound his made, Where silence is played, sound of silence played. |
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| 26. |
| 2:10 |
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Are you ready, eddie, to turn out rock-and-roll?
[eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, ready to rock-and-roll? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, to give me some of your soul? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, to pull those faders down? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, to pull those faders down? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, to turn your scully round? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, to pull those faders down? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, to pull those faders down? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, to turn your scully round? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Well, are you ready, eddie, to turn your sixteen tracks on? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie, with your sixteen tracks? [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Are you ready, eddie? a bit of vibing is all it lacks. [eddie edit, eddie, eddie edit] Well, vibe me eddie, vibe me all night long? [vibe me, eddie, vibe me, vibe me, eddie] Vibe me, eddie, vibe me all night long. [vibe me, eddie, vibe me, vibe me, eddie] While you're vibing me, eddie, nothing can go wrong. [vibe me, eddie, vibe me, vibe me, eddie] |
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