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| 1. |
| 5:55 | 
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Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music, reckon that the kantele Was fashioned by a god Out of [a] great pike’s shoulders From a water-dog’s hooked bones: It was made from the grief Molded from sorrow Its belly out of hard days Its soundboard from endless woes Strings gathered from torments And its pegs from other ills Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense So it not play, will not rejoice at all Music will not play to please Give off the right sort of joy For it was fashioned from cares Molded from sorrow. |
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| 2. |
| 3:37 |
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Where have you been,where have you been
my son, my merry son? On the seashore, on the seashore mother, my darling one. And what have you been doing there my son, my merry son? I have been watering my horse mother, my darling one. Why is there blood upon your feet my son, my merry son? My horse stamped with its iron shoe mother, my darling one. Why there is blood upon your sword my son,my merry son? I have stabbed my brother to death mother, my darling one. What now of you, where will you go my son, my wretched son? To other lands to foreign lands my dame, my darling one. When will you be returning home my son, my wretched son? When all the world to judgment comes my dame, my darling one. |
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| 3. |
| 4:34 | 
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| 4. |
| 5:52 |
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In the darkness I will shine, cast no shadows, not define
I walk on water, float on air, there's no other to compare I have this fascination, no cause for deviation It's called levitation There's no cause to start and scream, nor rub your eyes, This is no dream Although I sit upon this chair, I rise and float up in the air I have this fascination, no cause for deviation It's called levitation Magnetic force, repel-attract, once it starts, there's no turning back I offer you this chance to learn, take it now there's no return |
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| 5. |
| 4:41 |
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I must be out of my mind as I hear you call
My name is even though I can't see you anywhere Surely this feeling is coming from something Someone gave me yesterday as I searched for you And I hear you call I hear you call my name But when I turn around There's nothing to be found I must be dreaming a dream of a lunatic My fingers taste like some strawberry icecream I hear you call my name but I don't think it's the same I heard you whisper in my ear |
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