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| 1:57 | 
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| 2. |
| 0:52 | 
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In an act of contrition
I lay down by your side It's not your place to comment On my state of distress For this is for real I've tears in my eyes Am I laughing or crying? I suggest I'm not lying I haven't found a measure yet to Calibrate my displeasure yet so To ignore my warning Could be your folly The judgment is harsh I offer no plea Valuing the vengeance which you treasure I've redefined the meaning of vendetta The procession's disordered You protect your possessions In light of your actions I question your love May I make an observation Your bite is worse than my aggression I should have known better I should have known better Than to become a target Albeit a target which moves No offer of terms or concessions For statements or confessions You don't feel warm I pass close by You shiver, I whisper Excuse me, what's your problem? Oh, I see I should have known better |
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| 3. |
| 1:25 |
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Sailing under a false flag
We're crossing the IDL Becalmed where no creature lives Lost, forsaken, cursed Holed below the water line A shift in the plimsoll line Pumps in the engine room Women and children first Hysterical, no humour Sabotage, a rumour Ca |
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| 4. |
| 1:25 |
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Think of a number
divide it by two, something is nothing nothing is nothing Open a box tear off the lid then think of a number don't think of an answer Open your eyes think of a number don't get swept under a number's a number A chance encunter you want to avoid the inevitable, so you do, oh yes you do t he impossible Now you ain't got a number you just want to rhumba and there ain't no way you're gonna go under Go under |
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| 5. |
| 2:18 |
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Mist closing in, getting thicker
One drops out, becoming quicker Lights grow dim, they glimmer The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer Dot dash, dip flash, don't crash Loosening my grip Be sure to tread carefully Steering a passage Finding a line Cross to comply, crossply Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression Remains pan, radiators for all Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me Driven by self-propulsion Turning right across the stream The risks increased with sustained leisure Courting death, so ill at... .ease |
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| 6. |
| 2:28 |
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Natural splits sunburn jets price marks smart bets
Strikers luck pitch backs heap tips pit slacks Dressed pints demon shrinks bread drunk dead drinks Stretch clubs models box draw skin black shocks Money spines paper lung kidney bingos organ fun Flag stun |
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| 7. |
| 0:46 |
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You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries Dog bone hunting Gives you back to yourself Standing before me The gargoyle turns Jutting jaws and The stubble burns I shift the blame To the worm in the bottle I shift the blame To anyone standing before |
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| 8. |
| 1:14 |
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You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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| 9. |
| 3:59 |
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There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right Joey's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right There's something going down that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's gonna save your life Something strange going on tonight There's something going on that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's gonna save your life Something strange going on tonight There's something strange going on tonight There's something going on that's not quite right Joey's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right |
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| 10. |
| 3:03 |
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Practice makes perfect, yes I can prove it
Business or pleasure, the more that you do it Please dress in your best things, this course was unplanned 'Cause you see up in my bedroom I've got Sarah Bernhardt's hand Practice makes perfect, I've done this bef |
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| 11. |
| 0:30 |
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What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow? What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow? Maybe I should try it now Or maybe I should be shy of it now 'Cause there's nothing you know that can explain it And there's nothing you know that's worth the pain of it What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I can't work out no how? What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I don't understand no how? Gimme love |
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| 12. |
| 1:47 |
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Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transfered his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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| 13. |
| 1:22 |
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There's great danger
For the lonliest ranger of all No silver bullets Tonto's split the scene Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your T. V. set There's great danger At hand most caped crusader of all No cloak of justice Robin's flown the nest |
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| 14. |
| 3:08 |
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I didn't understand your plea to live
Or the guy's wish to take or give However, as backing away, he fell and lay dead amongst the fireworks display It's not quite the way to say your goodbyes It's not quite the way to behave Secured you a concrete grave beneath a motoway Gold scissors cut the ribbon And set them loose On the opening day the vibrations will shake your bones but that's just the disadvantage of not speaking a second language (The problems and bad reception resulting in blurred perception) |
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| 15. |
| 2:24 |
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I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole It's not the past again In double figures for the first time Oh no it's not the same There may be a story to be told But it's not the past again It's time to get out now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history It's not my problem now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history Implications, back and up Oh no it's not the same In twp parts and waiting to be told That it's not the past again In time and sequence, paraphrased Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole And it's not the past again |
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| 16. |
| 4:06 |
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Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best
Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael? Through the door he scans the bar, then a space appears His drink is poured, for he is numb, the |
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| 17. |
| 2:36 |
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Warning warning
Free-falling divisions Re-calling re-calling Fast past admissions Foolish words No nervous laughter Safety first Gives always after Drag my canal You saucy old salt Pale in belief I'm not without fault Scaffolding climber Rudolf roof-walker Aids binocular Clear a path Jonah Experienced water Water transporter Marine slaver Experiment in coda |
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| 18. |
| 1:09 |
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In this public place
Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings |
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| 19. |
| 1:56 |
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Crawling
Over your window you think I'm confused I'm waiting for the divergent wasp To complete my current ruse You use a plate-glass screen To protect my chosen target But there's an air-pellet hole I can crawl through to you I am the fly in the ointment I can spread more disease than the fleas Which nibble away at your window display Yes I am the fly in the ointment I shake you down to say please as you Accept the next dose of disease |
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| 20. |
| 1:43 |
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An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic waters
As the water gets warmer, my iceburg gets smaller As he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear As the flames get nearer, its thought gets clearer A blue-white polar bear arrives at the end Diverting his attenti |
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| 21. |
| 2:21 |
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The time is too short
but never too long to reach ahead, to project the image, which will in time become a concrete dream. Another cigarette, another day, from A to B, again avoiding C, D, and E, 'cause E is where you play the blues. Avoiding a death is t |
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| 22. |
| 1:51 |
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Our own correspondant is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time that all is not well On the borders there's movement In the hills there is trouble Food is short, crime is double Prices have risen since the government fell Casualties increase as the enemy shell T |
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| 23. |
| 2:51 |
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You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to
Lobster red, nothing said When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision Lobster head and lobster feet On arriving with a third language |
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| 24. |
| 3:11 |
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Once a question of degree
Now circumstances corner me Demanding my attention Leaving little choice Posing several questions Distilling in one voice Confusion not in words I didn't want a problem I didn't simply fall out I was thrown at great speed From a passing car I didn't touch the ground Till I landed at your door Oh don't touch my luggage I can easily (surely) manage To struggle inside I hide my shaking Thus protect my pride I can surely manage To tremble inside Gathering myself And spreading it around Rivers are submerging Flowing underground Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I really manage To survive outside? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I? |
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| 25. |
| 3:51 |
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Always cause for concern
When you're feeling quite bright And your filament burns I feel mysterious today Everything is humming loudly I feel mysterious today Everything is coming this way Is it ever appealing To stand on a ceiling? Observe the tension grow Going walking abroad Minus hat before dawn Bats in profusion there Did you ever conceive That you too can leave Exactly when you like? |
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| 26. |
| 2:10 |
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Two people in a room
Facial movements betray A private display Of nervous disorder And mutual torture Two people in a room Bloody image is conjured But no one is injured The weapons are chosen But the action is frozen Two people in a room Positions are shifted The ceasefire uplifted The lighting is fierce It's intended to pierce Any cloak of deceit And encourage retreat And God they're so gifted My God they're so gifted |
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| 27. |
| 3:28 |
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Closing doors
Opens eyes To the fatal gift Of a well timed lie Loved in the flesh But butchered in the mind Oh what a pearl What a well made world Holy globe Eternal home Sacred sphere So glad I'm here Oh what a pearl What a well made world |
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| 28. |
| 2:10 |
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The island monkeys love the dark
No one is home, they're thin skinned sharks Hue exchanging gives sea-leg walks No one is home, the chemicals talk Load up the spoiled goods Hook up the spoiled gods Fill up the kindness cups Drink up the finest drops Feedi |
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| 29. |
| 3:28 |
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I never know which version I'm going to be
I seem to have so many choices open to me It's not hard to see another unique event When you miss the beginning and you miss the end I've got forty versions all dying to get the part And so with a change of mind comes a change of heart A total eclipse arrives now and Niagara Falls No loss of blood yet and no further calls I never know which version I'm going to be I get the feeling my mind is deceiving me In between are where only edges can be seen of the spaces |
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| 30. |
| 6:55 |
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With all the front
And more besides Bitch, thrust, and parry And a few asides With considerable charm You chose not to decide I really like you Becomes my massage I really want you Becomes my message But how long can we sustain Ourselves apart? The pressure's increasing it Squeezes my heart I bought a ticket You took a walk So much to say We're unable to talk Suffering in silence Our eyes give it away So close as we part A touching display Colouring my thoughts Predominately grey and Fighting bravely Will she save me? From what or who I do not know |
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| 31. |
| 2:07 |
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I'm tired of being told what to think
I'm tired of being told what to do I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit You can take your fucking money and shove it up your arse 'Cause you think you understand |
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