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we skipped the light fandango
and turned cart wheels cross the floor I was feeling kind of sea sick but the crowd called out for more the room was humming harder as the ceiling flew a way when we called out for an other drink the waiter brought a tray and so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face at frist just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale she said there is no reason and the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards and would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast and al though my eyes were open they might just have well been closed and so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale |
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Lime Street in the afternoon
everybody crazy as a coon I'm running round in my underpants trying to find some kinda romance Quarter past three [sic] on Lime Street I got whipped right offa my feet Didn't realize that I'd been caught till I found myself in the County Court 'Mr Judge,' I said, 'Won't you please be kind Have pity on me, a poor orphan child?' Mr Judge he says with a long mean frown 'Orphan or not, you're going down!' Well I screamed on my knees in the witness box, 'Lord have mercy on my golden locks.' The judge I could see that he was snide He says, 'The only kind of blonde you are's a peroxide!' Oh Lime Street, Lime Street Lime Street, that's where we meet |
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Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ... Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ...반복 Your trouser cuffs are dirty... |
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good Captain Clack must eat his humble pie His bed is made the colours fade his eyes once wet are dry The naked muse who sits and chews tobacco off a tree removes his shoes gives way to booze and searches endlessly See the naked jumberlack sip his aphrodisiac Cotton-picking farmers three Though I lost my weather vane and of sense I have one grain I'm content sipping lemon tea |
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For you (whose eyes were opened wide
Whilst mine refused to see) I'm sore in need of saving grace Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat Where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name, yeah I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine Upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say For those too sick, yeah, too sick to see Though not it shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me Yeah! An ode by any other name, yeah I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine Upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say Yeah, for those too sick, too sick to see Though not it shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me Though not it shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me Though not it shows, yes, someone knows |
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In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Whose old eyes are filled with tears For his master, Good Sir Galant, Who is now off to the wars And although his eyes are crying We know grief is not the cause And if grief is not the reason He must be of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Must be blunt as sharp enough In the wee small hours of sixpence And the broken window pane Stand the remnants of the evening Who are waiting all in vain For the crowing of the cockerel Showing morning is not night But the air is filled with silence And the daylight is not bright But still darkness is no reason We are men of sterner stuff And our swords though old and rusty Still are blunt as sharp enough. In the wee small hours of sixpence And the hat-stand in the hall Waiting only for the morning Shadows flitting 'cross the wall And perhaps that old retainer Whom now giving of his all May have once been just as we are And now has no face at all. But still grief was not the reason He was made of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Still was blunt as sharp enough. |
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A local picture house
Was showing a Batman movie You see this guy fly up in the sky Thought to myself, "Why shouldn't I?" Bought a pair of wings Went upon the wall Was about to jump into the air When a man from the street called, he said: "Hey wait a minute! Don't you realize the danger? What do you think you are Some kind of angel?" I considered for a minute Thought "He only speaks the truth" For the barbells on my eyelids Only emphasized my youth And the sawdust in my plimsolls Means the same to him as me But that's neither here nor further So I spoke considerately "If you understand Just what I'm trying to say, Whatever you do, don't grin, You'll give the game away!" By now a crowd had gathered And it seemed that all was lost In the anger of the moment I had diced with death and lost It seemed to me the time was right So I burst into song In the anger of the moment The crowd began to sing along I could not see a way out of this predicament Just then a breeze Cruised through the trees And up in the air I went I must have flown a mile Or maybe it was eight Thought to myself pretty soon I'd hit the Golden Gate Just then a passing bird For no reason I could see Took a peck at my wings And that was the end of me I went down, hit the ground Faster than the speed of sound Luckily I broke no bones Only tore my underclothes ... (fades, returns, fades again...) |
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In the wee small hours of sixpence
And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Whose old eyes are filled with tears For his master, Good Sir Galant, Who is now off to the wars And although his eyes are crying We know grief is not the cause And if grief is not the reason He must be of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Must be blunt as sharp enough In the wee small hours of sixpence And the broken window pane Stand the remnants of the evening Who are waiting all in vain For the crowing of the cockerel Showing morning is not night But the air is filled with silence And the daylight is not bright But still darkness is no reason We are men of sterner stuff And our swords though old and rusty Still are blunt as sharp enough. In the wee small hours of sixpence And the hat-stand in the hall Waiting only for the morning Shadows flitting 'cross the wall And perhaps that old retainer Whom now giving of his all May have once been just as we are And now has no face at all. But still grief was not the reason He was made of sterner stuff And his sword though old and rusty Still was blunt as sharp enough. |
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Weird goings-on at the county jail
Prisoners reading the sheriffs mail Hes strapped down to a swivel chair Trying to swivel right out of there Pin-striped sweets in cell 15 Convinced his self its all a dream Hes got a pet black tabby cat That carries a gun and wears a stetson hat The door flies open, in strides geek Looking like the front page of newsweek He says to lou in a voice of glee, whats the matter, aint you glad to see me? Lous on the floor cause he cant stand up As green as a leaf in a tea-cup When on to geeks back jumps a stetson-hatted cat Which breaks geeks neck like he was a rat Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! |
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Some say they will and some say they won't
Some say they do and some say they don't Some say they shall and some say they shan't Some say they can and some say they can't (All right!) All in all it's all the same, But call me if there's any change Some say there's nothing and some say there's lots Some say they've started while some say they've stopped Some say they're going and some say they've been Yes, some say they're looking and some say they've seen (Oh, yes!) All in all it's all the same, But call me if there's any change |
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About to die - the crowds applaud you
About to die - they'll resurrect you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the saviour's son A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down About to die - the crowds reward you About to die - their cheers ignore you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the chosen one No candle burned with fire enough to tear that city down About to die - the crowds applaud me About to die - they'll resurrect me Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the savior's son A candle burning bright enough to tear the city down |
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It was all once bright jewels
And glittering sand The oceans have ravaged And strangled the land Waste fills the temples, Dead daughters are born The presses are empty The editors torn Whose husband was the first to fall? Who died the worst death of them all? How many splinters in each separate band? How many stations in the final hand? Now gather up sea shells, And write down brave words Your prayers are unanswered, Your idols absurd The seaweed and the cobweb, Have rotted your sword Your barricades broken, Your enemies Lord. |
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Climbing out of open windows
Crashing down from broken stairs Keeping watch on smoking cinders Falling over burning chairs Tossed and crossed and screwed in transit broken , splintered, bruised and thrown Badly shattered, gale force frighty Rrushed across and shown alone Speech reduced by poor relations Strung from weeks of self abuse Chopped up, churned out weeks of greazy Spark plugs burned up, power's fused |
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Simple sister
Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys Take her treats Eat her sweets Scare off all the boys Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to put her out Wear her clothes Steal her bows Tell her that she's stout Simple sister Got whooping cough Lock her in a cell Throw the key Into the sea Hope she never gets well |
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I will meet you on the other side of the moon
The doctors say they must operate soon But there's no knowing what they'll find when they open up the wound I will meet you on the other side of the moon I will meet you at the bottom of the sea We will lie inside the ocean and scheme Our friend the arab will guide us while we dream I will meet you at the bottom of the sea |
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Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ... Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ...반복 Your trouser cuffs are dirty... |
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Conquistador your stallion stands
in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer, only die And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind |
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Conquistador your stallion stands
in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer, only die And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind |
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Tulips lips oh Luskus Delph
Your baking breath breeds body 'x' With silken measures try to gauge The inside sweetness of your cave. Peach preserve your simmering jewel Hid away like orphans' gruel Help me find the widow's crack Make me stick like ceiling wax Almond eyed my turkish pearl Burn me up sweet oyster girl Shove me in your steaming vat Make me split like chicken fat |
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It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile
And if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear Were I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tear In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me shining through Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze Whirlpools rage on constantly, I'm not so well these days There must be something somewhere near who sees what's being done The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring Like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold And folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caught And maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Oh, shining through.... |
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Doctor where's your remedy?
I've got enough to pay the fee Can't you see I'm awful sick? I'll pay you well to do the trick Doctor where's your magic box There's no one here to count the cost Name your price and make the sale There's no-one here to tell the tale Doctor please don't lock your door I've never troubled you before Just a pinch to ease the pain I'll never trouble you again |
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Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On Carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed, and dissipate. It's candlelight and chandelier, It's silver plate and crystal clear. The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz. (A golden dish with every wish ). It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes, Dry champagne, and bursting grapes. Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay, Profiteroles and Peach Flambe, The waiters dance on fingertips The nights we dine at Hotel Ritz One more toast to greet the morn The wine and dine have danced till dawn Where's my Continental Bride? We'll Continental slip and slide Early morning pinch and bite - (These French girls always like to fight) It's serenade and Sarabande, The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Les nuits qu'on passe a l'Hotel Grande. |
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Bringing home the bacon,
tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling, slobbering, goo-faced, mean Wet-nursed sour purse spot face, blubbering in the cream Emperor baby dumpling, loaded, bloated curse Mighty baby dumpling, stuffing 'til he bursts |
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This war we are waging is already lost
The cause for the fighting has long been a ghost Malice and habit have now won the day The honours we fought for are lost in the fray Standards and bugles are trod in the dust Wounds have burst open, and corridors rust Once proud and truthful, now humbled and bent Fires which burnt brightly, now energies spent Let down the curtain, and exit the play The crowds have gone home and the cast sailed away Our flowers and feathers as scarring as weapons Our poems and letters have turned to deceptions |
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She took all the pleasure and none of the pain
All of the credit and none of the blame I came home to an empty flat She'd left me a note and taken the cat The cord that they knotted to keep us apart Could never be broken: it was tied to my heart She grew thin and I grew fat She left me and that was that I'm thinking of renting a villa in France A French girl has offered to give me a chance Or maybe I'll take an excursion to Spain And buy a revolver and blow out my brains |
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It seems as clear as yesterday
We saw it in a dream but dream became insanity an awful gaping scream So sad to see such emptiness So sad to see such tears And heaped up leaves of bitterness turned mouldy down the years Nothing but the truth. Common words in use Hard to find excuse Harder than the truth Like Icarus we flew too high We flew too near the sun They caught us in that awful glare Our hapless throats were strung But just before the final stroke They took us victims of the rope And cast us far beyond the deep To lie in never ending sleep It seems as clear as yesterday They cast us in the deep We lie in darkest night for good Never ending sleep A never ending bitter gloom Whose darkness seldom clears A God forsaken emptiness Which fills our hearts with tears |
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I've been out of weeks for ages
I've been on and off the train. I've been losing sheep and counting sleep And I've drunk too much again But I'll take another cup Even though it dry me up Ooh, though I know that I should pass I will take another glass The cellar is empty, the cupboard is bare, I'm joining the church and taking to prayer The landlord's complaining 'cos the rent is outstanding and Old Mother Hubbard's ran off with the chair Though I know it's time to stop I will take another drop Though I know I'm very sick I will take just one more sip Come on Captain, punch my ticket Call my mother's name I once heard that a fly can't bird But I drunk too much again Though I've really drunk a lot I will take another shot Though I know it's a time to pass I will take just one more glass |
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Who will search for Holy Grail
Past the edge beyond the veil Who will come beyond the light Far from reach beyond all sight Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds blow them down drive them deep beneath the ground Who will live in darkest night Dankest gloom and quietest quiet Buried deep beneath the ground Far from any human sound Who will search for treasure trove Scour the seas and scale the globe Past the peaks beyond the heights Farmost reaches furthest sights Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds blow them down drive them deep beneath the ground |
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In praise of fruit I wrote this song
Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit, juice and seeds Please don't touch, please don't squeeze Fresh fruit, juice and pulp Like to gulp the whole lot up Here's another point of view Fruit is good for doggies too Rover wags his tail with glee When he gets his vitamin C Have you caught a touch of flu And you can't think what to do Famous doctors all agree fruit's the safest remedy Fresh fruit Good and sweet Makes you want to give up meat Fresh fruit, ripe and firm Makes them squealing taste-buds squirm. |
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While horsemen ride across the green
And Snow White still remains unseen. Pegasus, the winged horse, Relays his messages by Morse. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. While Handel plays his melody Doctors cause uncertainty And though I know the lifeguard's brave There is no one for him to save. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. Cock Robin views his frozen feet And wraps them in a winding sheet And calls out for his favourite drink The Persian that's as warm as mink. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. |
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I was standing on the mountain top staring at the sun
I was trying to act the hero's part not fooling anyone I was living for the moment but the moment never came Taking notes and stealing quotes, trying to make a name My time's been taken with taking my time By making my mind up, yes to make up my mind I was living in the country: I was trying not to freeze I was working on the cabbage plants, chopping down the trees I was learning how to cook the goose and how to milk the cow Taking out the dog for walks, teaching him how to bow My time's been taken, yes, with taking my time Oh, I'm making my mind up to make up my mind, yes Yes, my time's been taken, oh, with taking my time, yeah I'm making my mind up, yeah to make up my mind oh.... |
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Psychiatrists and lawyers destroying mankind
Drivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'em blind Bankers and brokers ruling the world Storing the silver and hoarding the gold Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Famine and hardship in true living colour Constant reminders...the plight of our brother Daily starvation our diet of news Fed to the teeth with a barrage of views Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Black men and white men, and arabs and jews Causing congestion and filling the queues Fighting for freedom the truth and the word Fighting the war for the end of the world Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching Weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom |
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Wizard man's got a magic tooth
Carry it low but keep it loose Don't wait for Christmas when the four winds blow When they carry you out you're gonna have to go Wizard man's got a pocketful of lead Keep a clear eye and a steady head Don't wait for Christmas 'cos it's bound to snow When they carry you out you're gonna have to go Wizard man's got an angel's heart Show it slow but do it sharp Don't wait for Christmas join a travelling show When they carry you out you won't want to go |
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In the centre of the storm
something magic being born When the world is torn apart by the beating of a heart Like a dam about to burst Like a drunkard's crazy thirst In the centre of the storm something magic being born It's the dark hours of the soul when the nightmares take their toll when the shadows come to mock against the ticking of the clock When the demons of the night come like vultures for their bite In the dark hours of the soul when the nightmares take their toll It's the dawning of the day night-time's panic swept away When the clouds which seemed so dark are exchanged for morning's lark When the stars which burnt so bright are exchanged for morning light In the dawning of the day Nightime's panic swept away |
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(g.brooker / k.reid / r.trower)
Rings upon your fingers Bells upon your toes Ev'ry day's a game of chance Ev'ry body knows In the king's apartment Heavy lies the crown There must be a thousand ways To bring that castle down Wave the mighty dollar Make us live again Lead and we will follow Faithful to the end Wave the mighty dollar Pave the streets with gold Lead us by the collar All our dreams are sold Rings upon your finger Stardust in your hair Jumping through that wall of fire All for the market share In the king's apartment Desperate human greed Try to find a diff'rent way Satisfy that need Wave the mighty dollar Make us live again Lead and we will follow Faithful to the end Wave the mighty dollar Pave the streets with gold Lead us by the collar All our dreams are sold |
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Good to get your message
So you're coming back home again Just can't wait to see you No need to explain A friend of mine told me That you've found yourself a new man I'm feelin' really good for you Hope you understand I've still got your picture I'm sure you know We had something special Where did it go? One more time Let's remember how good it felt One more time Remember what we meant One more time Can't help wondering where it went One more time Just one more time I wonder if you finished Workin' on that book Maybe I could come 'round sometime 'n take a look A friend of mine told me That you've changed your hair They say you're really different now I remember how you were I've still got your picture I'm sure you know We had something special Where did it go? One more time Let's remember how good it felt One more time Remember what we meant One more time Can't help wondering where it went One more time Just one more time |
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(g.brooker / k.reid / m.noble)
Rings around the crescent moon Passions rise from basement rooms Fountains play and worlds collide We gently swing and sway from side to side Dancers in perpetual motion Slip an' sliding across the floor Ships our on a moonlit ocean Sailin' t'ward a distant shore Star-crossed lovers they spoon and swim The laughing gods they just reel them in Hostages they're tempting fate See them wait down on the line to take the bait Dancers in perpetual motion Slip an' sliding across the floor Ships our on a moonlit ocean Sailin' t'ward a distant shore The simple stuff we build our dreams upon Waxing, waning, now it's almost gone Passion plays the sweetest tune These velvet days are gone far too soon Dancers in perpetual motion Slip an' sliding across the floor Ships our on a moonlit ocean Sailin' t'ward a distant shore We spend our nights on silken sheets We play for gold but not for keeps Dancers in perpetual motion Slip an' sliding across the floor Ships our on a moonlit ocean Sailin' t'ward a distant shore |
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You and me got a chance to make things right
The writing... The writing's on the wall You and me got a chance to turn things 'round We got no time... The future's slipping Through our hands Learn to fly Where eagles only dare to try We're on the wing We dare to win We see the future and we're gonna make it Learn to live You know you got so much to give It's in the air It's everywhere We got a vision and we're gonna claim it You and me we can't turn back at all The die is cast... (You know) the deal is done You and me we knew this day would come And now it's here... the journey's just begun Learn to fly Where eagles only dare to try We're on the wing We dare to win We see the future and we're gonna make it Learn to live You know you got so much to give It's in the air It's everywhere We got a vision and we're gonna claim it |
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Tell you how the story stands
I'm a victim in your hands Got me pleading on my bended knees That's the way the picture reads It's a horror show It's a body blow And it's gone too far Tell me a reason Well give me a sign Somebody somewhere Throw me a line Somebody down there Looking for blood Off with the horses Into the flood Now you've made a big mistake Spoiled the icing on the wedding cake Killed the goose that laid the golden egg This time babe you're going to have to beg It's a crying shame It's a dying flame And it's gone too far Tell me a reason Give me a sign Somebody somewhere Throw me a line Somebody down there Looking for blood Off with the horses Yeah, into the flood So you pulled the perfect crime Turned the water into wine Got me on my bended knees Now's the time to make me squeeze Came in from the freezing cold Turned the glitter into gold (from the barbican) It's a bloody mess It's a body-blow And it's gone too far |
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