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I. Heorot's plea and Grendel's awakening
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviour born of dreams They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's name Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky Earth rim walker seeks his meals Prepare the funeral pyres The shaper's songs no longer heal the fear Within their eyes, their eyes II. Grendel's Journey Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream An alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams The shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart III. Lurker at the Threshold Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries Screams are his music, lightning his guide Raping the darkness, death by his side Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out You should have known better after all this time You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame God's on my side, sure as hell, I'm gonna take no blame I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame So you say you believe in all of Mother Nature's laws You lust for gold with your sharpened knives Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand You call for justice and distort the truth Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches Receive your punishment, Expose your throats to my righteous claws And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow. |
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| 2. |
| 5:26 |
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He knows, you know
He knows, you know Problems problems, problems problems Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to the priest at the confession When he offered you the sacred bread He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened You were walking with the dead He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know But he's got problems, problems, problems He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have listened to your analyst's questions When you lay on his leather bed He knows you know, he knows you know He knows you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head You should have stayed at home and talked with father Listen to the lies he fed He knows you know, he knows you know, He knows you know, but he's got problems He knows you know, he knows you know, he knows you know He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, you know |
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| 3. |
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We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
Interlocked through a missing piece We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the Bridge of Sighs Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework We are Siamese children related by the heart Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce Screaming out a ceasefire, snow-blind in an avalanche zone Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces on the ricochet Are we trigger happy? Russian roulette in the waiting room Empty chambers embracing the end Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons You must have known that I was concealing an escape Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye Stand straight, we've drifted past the point of reasons why Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts today And the problem always seems to be we're picking up the pieces On the ricochet, this is the ricochet |
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| 3:19 |
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Washing machine, pinstripe dream
Stripped the gloss from a beauty queen Found our nest, in the Daily Express Met the vicar in a holy vest Brought up the children Church of E Now I vegetate with a colour TV Worst ever thing that ever happened to me Oh, for D.I.V.O.R.C.E., oh Judy Whatever happened to pillow fights Whatever happened to jeans so tight, Friday nights Whatever happened to lover's lane Whatever happened to passion games Sunday walks in the pouring rain Curling tongs, mogadons "I got a headache baby, don't take so long" Single beds, middle age dread Losing the war in the Waistlands spread Who left the cap of the toothpaste tube Who forgot to flush the loo Leave your sweaty socks outside the door Don't walk across my polished floor, oh Judy Whatever happened to morning smiles Whatever happened to wicked wiles, permissive styles Whatever happened to twinkling eyes, hard fast drives Complements on unnatural size Propping up a bar, family car Sweating out a mortgage as a balding clerk World war three, suburbanshee Just slip her these pills and I'll be free No more Judy, Judy, Judy no more Goodbye Judy |
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| 4:18 |
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On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection Five senses down and reeling on the Cinderella search On the rebound, fumbling all the lines Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim Conversation needs translation Three dimensions down dissolving on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search On the rebound, *writing* all the lines Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city Only courting the homing of direction on the Cinderella search, Cinderella search But the Samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life Resurrection in a trance, the model, the Grail, in a Marquee of promises I touched the dream, I hold the dream, I have the dream To end the Cinderella search, Cinderella search, oh no more, no more! Exposing bedside manners on a work extension Awaiting development with paranoid Polaroid eyes, Polaroid eyes The footman memorised the number But the prince still holds both the slippers And would you leave a palace for a bed sit And Canterbury Tales, Canterbury Tales? Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine? I'll never really know for sure, you never really gave me time Give me time, won't you give me that time! Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus Welcome back to the circus I always use the cue sheets but never the nets always the cue sheets but never the nets Never the nets, never the nets Nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless Welcome back to the circus! |
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Do you remember chalk hearts melting on a playground wall
Do you remember dawn escapes from moonwashed college halls Do you remember the cherry blossom in the market square Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, is it too late to say I'm sorry And Kayleigh, could we get it together again I just can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end Kayleigh, oh I never thought I'd miss you And Kayleigh, I thought that we'd always be friends We said our love would last forever so how did it come to this bitter end Oh oh yeah Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars Do you remember the loving on the floor in Belsize Park Do you remember dancing in Stilletos in the snow Do you remember, you never understood I had to go By the way, didn't I break your heart Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart So sorry, I never meant to break your heart but you broke mine Kayleigh, I just wanna say I'm sorry But Kayleigh, I'm too scared to pick up the phone To have hear you've found another lover to patch up our broken home Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song Kayleigh, it's more important to me, now you're gone Maybe it'll prove that we were right or it'll prove that I was wrong |
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I was walking in the park dreaming of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper, Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns. Then I heard the children singing, They were running through the rainbows. They were singing a song for you. Well it seemed to be a song for you, the one I wanted to write for you, for you, you. Lavenders blue, dilly dilly, lavenders green. When I am King, dilly dilly, you will be Queen. A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love. Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue. When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you. A penny for your thoughts my dear, A penny for your thoughts my dear, I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love. For your love, for your love, for your love |
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| 3:42 |
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You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you're feeling all right So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone But there's one place left to go before the taxi home After all you've made your marks One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor The next night you're Marilyn Monroe Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the romance go? Your little sister baby-sits, your husband picks you up at six The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show 'Cos your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks You made your marks, you made your marks We believe it's for real Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with me But I love my wife and I love my family I've got a good job, responsibilities And I need to keep respect from society I know you'll never act with me I know that you're in love with me So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night? Was I all right? Did you come tonight, Lady Nina? You made your marks, you made your marks Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light And Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night Just making marks, just making marks Just making marks, just making marks You made your marks |
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Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now. It was something about roman canddles fizzin out, shine a little light on me now, I found a strange fascination with a liquid fixation alcohol can thrill me now It's getting late in the game to show any pride or shame I just burn a little brighter now Doctor says my liver looks like leaving with my lover, I need another time out now, Like any sort of here turnin down to zero still standing out in any crowd Pulling seventeen with experience and dreams, sweating out a happy hour, Where you're hiding 29 you know it ain't a crime to burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now Dr. Finlay: And my advice is if you maintain this lifestyle you won't reach 30 Torch: it's a romantic way to go really, part of the heritage it's your round in'it We burn a little brighter now Read some Kerouac and it put me on the tracks to burn a little brighter now It was something about roman canddles fizzin out, shine a little light on me now, I found a strange fascination with a liquid fization, alcohol thrill me now It's getting late in the game to show any pride or shame We burn a little brighter now, burn a little brighter now (Virgin Airways, 747- Newark-Heathrow) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK |
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