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Waterfall, a midnight monsoon in a moonlit tropical station
A million eyes in the African night, calling us in, now don't you be afraid Blue whales navigate the Atlantic, nuclear submarines control the space Life spent, a precious moment, in the wink of an eye we live and we die Dream it up, dream it up! Thinking of a world, a state of perfection Over and over again, masterplan unfold for each generation One touch from the master's hand, one simple chord for the future One touch from the master's hand, one simple chord for all of the future! Monitored by the eye in the sky, while we map it out by the fireplaces New line of technology hits us, celebrate the long lost sensation Multiplying the images as top of the line of all of creation Eagerly we took it apart just to find a glimpse of divine insanity It shines even brighter, for each single day we're climbing the ladder It shines even brighter, with a love supreme, all the work of the master's hand See life reinventing itself, starting over, time and time again A new time of understanding begins, see yourself as a link in the chain reaction This world couldn't do without you, this world couldn't be without you It's perfect because you are, it's perfect because you are Coming up, growing up, looking for a bigger understanding Coming up, growing up, speaking of respect for all the planet Coming up, building up, new religion sees the light of day Coming up, building up, changes ahead but don't you be afraid Every street I've walked down, everyone I've talked to I'm afraid I love them all but for different reasons Every grand old building from a time of visions Every single song, every syncopation It must be something that makes me feel right at home Every act of mercy, every word of kindness Every time I find out how love is blind Every time a smile breaks out from a grumpy face I remember there is hope and it all amazes me It must be something that makes me feel right at home And all my wanting is down to understanding My eyes are deep and distant like the blue Atlantic I'm off the riptide just when the stormy skies roll in I'm just a shimmer in the wind Every time we give, but not for selfish reasons Every time a flower bursts to bloom in the desert Every time a politician is telling the truth Every time I see an end to a lifelong blues It must be something that makes me feel right at home And all my wanting is down to understanding My eyes are deep and distant like the blue Atlantic I'm off the riptide just when the stormy skies roll in I'm just a shimmer in the rain And all my lifelong is focused to be justified Before the train will take me way beyond those dreamy skies A burning questionmark along the corridors of time I'm finding out just who I am |
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| 2. |
| 3:00 |
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From the ragged fence
to the cosmic bends we have paved our way with eagerness and forced the world to make some sense In this endless space, looking for Gods given grace Among countless scattered dying stars by the fireplaces we found some comfort Waiting all to serve a greater purpose or to join the cosmic circus now From the garden greens to the mountain streams We all worked the land and payed in sweat while sweet illusions were passing by Like fading tribe on the ocean wide In a random flash we live and die Searching all religions, reasom why Waiting all to serve a greater purpose or to join the cosmic circus now From the habbit hole, to the frozen poles we have filled our hearts with poetry while science was our leading star On to million suns where our fading memories dance While we try so hard to understand the untold genesis of man Waiting all to serve a greater purpose or to join the cosmic circus now |
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| 4. |
| 8:50 |
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I am back at the beginning, I have a crust upon my eyes
I'm alone in this my blindness, I'm alone but there is still life Not under a tombstone, no worms are lickin' my bones I'm just in a state here day turn to night and it's late I am back at the beginning, I am black down to my heart I am tied down to this rhythm, In a trance 'til death do us part Like one of those people that are nothing but evil A life of regrets is saved in the flower of death All the things that are sad are saved inside my madness all I touch will die before the summer is gone All the blackest days will always flood my soul Inviting me to rest upon the leaves of autumn Searching for some kindness, lost inside my blindness I turn around, I turn around I am back at the beginning, stripped down to the bone I am blank and I am nothing, I am drained of passion and soul I've traveled the world, All the beautyful girls they have made me a lifelong notorious deciever, believe me!! I'll go underground, when the sun beats down (I'll go underground, when the sun beats down) I am back at the beginning, in the shadows upon my strike So the world have become silent, I can tell that this ain't no life I'm the man without shadow, I've got a stoneful of pillows There's no man in the mirror, just me and I hate what I see!! All the things that are sad are saved inside my madness all I touch will die before the summer is gone All the blackest days will always flood my soul Inviting me to rest upon the leaves of autumn Searching for some kindness, lost inside my blindness I turn around, turn around From the underworld we arise on string of bloodstained magnolias Endlessly throwing the dice but there's no way we can get out of here In a time that see no end I'm building this cluster so sinister of thoughts on love and death in a one man strong disaster In a dark tranquility our hearts descend Aching from a bittersweet that'll never end A face with hollow eyes, A face with no more smiles The cold face of perdition, A voice silent cries The blind man the rooster, the ultimate loser |
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| 1:10 |
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| 6. |
| 7:50 |
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| 7. |
| 3:30 |
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I can be your guardian angel
I can be your starlight man You can find a home inside me I can bid you one more dance I can be your all time father I can be your backup friend Although I speak in tounges of angels It resemble sounds of man I'm beside you I'm the starlight in your mind Look inside me I am you, that's what I am I'm around you I'm the starlight in your mind Look inside me I am you, that's what I am Carry on the torch I hand you It'ss not made by human hand Look inside the depth of my eyes And you'll find a universe I'm no taller than the treetops And my sight is not the best But my mind is at the outlook And my view is from birds nest I'm beside you I'm the starlight in your mind Look inside me I am you, that's what I am I'm around you I'm the starlight in your mind Look inside me I am you, that's what I am I'm beside you I can be you guardian angel Look inside me You can find a home inside me I'm around you I'm the starlight in your mind Look inside me I am you, that's what I am |
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| 7:40 |
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Time is a thief and timelines invisible
Embedded them years in the texture of skin Slide down the timeline of youth and sobriety Passing the filters of acceptance and charm All of a sudden you're rocking he cradle Born out of love for the memory spin One hand the rattle, the other a hammer Racing with time is where you can't win You can't fight time and you can't just shine on Like in big bold American style There is no facelift to cover the scars So just sit back and enjoy for a while My generation is fresh out of school My generation is close to the rim Shuffle the options of life's complications Scrambling the landmarks, still wearing it thin Trading your freedom for a lifetime achievement Sign up for life on a path that grow dim Chained to the customs and daily routines Things will be different, but God knows when You can't fight time and you can't just shine on Like in big bold American style There is no facelift to cover the scars So just sit back and enjoy for a while The ticking of time is non reversible So sit back my friend, enjoy the ride All of a sudden you're rocking he cradle Born out of love for the memory spin One hand the rattle, the other a hammer You know racing with time is where you can't win |
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| 9. |
| 18:22 |
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An observation from the greenhouse
A nifty cluster of insanity Not that solid where the ice is thinner Even for dog with a pedigree You've seen them juggling with emotional devices So confident and so relaxed The league of hasty grown up poets Bumping the world upon its axis And so it's time to take a stand You've seen your life come shaped by foreign hands And so it's time to make a move Letting the world know that you greatly disapprove You better stop that roadside drinking Try find the key to the lock Call a halt to the nightmare shrinking See what's in that Christmas stocking Of money, power, fame and passion The "holy" foursome will spin the ball The ghost of greed above the mansion For leagues of copycats a standard call And so it's time to take a stand You've seen your life come shaped by foreign hands And so it's time to make a move Letting the world know that you greatly disapprove Stranded like starfish on the shore, when the moon eclipses the sun So the countdown do begin. No leg, no feet, no run And when the water finally hits us, then it's either sink or swim Examining the clockworks of the Gods, inside your shiny skin Stranded like ET's on the floor when the ships have left the pond We are all left to float about, for countless years to come No it is either do or die, the last and lonely tribe Finding a way to leave the pond, to say a last goodbye Scanning the same old pages Look for a sign of greatness Learning in the script of life To know your self is self contagious Hope for a glorious Sunday Push back the crappy Monday Eight days to cross the poles And reach the soil of old Britannia Angel, your mind is far from home, in a mayhem of it's own These are the lost breaks of Babylon, the bad of Adam's bone Seeking the pleasure of his ground, as human flesh and bone Tell me has love gone slightly wrong or vastly overblown? Chasing the monster of success and it's catalyzing sparks Flexing the qualities you dispose for entering the game Now it's either do or die, to keep you entertained Keeping the audience on their toes, beyond the last refrain Scanning the same old pages Look for a sign of greatness Learning in the script of life To know your self is self contagious Hope for a glorious Sunday Push back the crappy Monday Eight days to cross the poles And reach the soil of old Britannia On to the riverbeds of time We're scattered driftwood in a sad and lonely line A sum of incidents called "Life" A place where "V.I.P." will grant no further rights As we are swaying in the wind The image left will go no deeper that your skin But all our doings and our deeds Propel the universe into love overbleed Just as the river made a hole inside the mountain You throw your soil into the soul of the great nothing It's not so easy to describe, it looks as though you're binding time But you must be waiting for the moments to arise And so you find yourself in the driver's seat Down the fishing line, the obstacles of time And so you find yourself with a million options chiming Time is such a bitch and fate it's little sister Those universal minds, the archetypes of life To the great minds of our time our admiration flies All the poets and the queens, all the starlets of our dreams To those who came before and those who opened up the doors And so you find yourself in the driver's seat Down the fishing line, the obstacles of time And so you find yourself with a million options chiming Time is such a bitch and fate it's little liar |
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| 5:00 |
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