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The hallway. From outside, an ordinary house. A great house, true - four hundred and eighty three rooms, each one with its own marble wash basin and douche, bidet as it may. But inside, and the positions are reversed. A human failing, some say a disease, but a disease that Sir Francis Dashwood knew, and knew it well. Upstairs, inside and a revelation. It's a discotheque. No, no, uh.. there Are paintings, real, and look here - a rare seventeenth century masterpiece, and if I can scrape a little of it off, beneath I can find hidden a fourteenth century underpiece. Made entirely of tiny pieces of eggshells, this lurid work has caused controversy in the world of embroidery and anthropologicky. No, I'll say it again, anthropolology. Umm.. no quite possibly make an anthropol, no, uh, I mean an apolog..ph.. It has enthralled distinguished professors, and in layman's language is "blinking well baffling". But to be more obtusely, "buggered if I know." Yes, "buggered if I know." And that's all we've gleaned so far from experts in fourteenth century painting, renaissance, greengrocers, and recently revived members of the public. Buggered if I know. Vivian Stanshall, about three o'clock in the morning, Oxfordshire, 1973, Goodnight |
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The Hallway. From The Outside An Ordinary House. A Great House, True. 483 Rooms, Each One With Its Own Marble Wash Bassin And Douche. Bide As It's Known. But Inside ... And The Positions Are Reversed. A Human Failing, Some Say A Disease, But A Disease That Sir Francis Dashwood Knew And Used Well. Upstairs, Inside And A Revelation, It's A Discotheque. No, No, Err ... There Are Paintings ... Real ... And Look Here! A Rare 17th Century Masterpiece. And If I Can Scrape A Little Of It Of, Beneath I Can Find Hidden ... A 14th Century Underpiece. Made Entirely Of Tiny Pieces Of Eggshell. This Lurid Work Has Caused Controvesary In The World Of Embroidery And Anthropology. No, I'll Say It Again; Anthropolopology. No Quite Possibly Making Anthropole. No, I Mean An Epilog ... It Has Enthralled Distinguished Professors And In Laymans Language, It's Blinking Well Buffling, But To Be More Obtusely; Buggered If I Know. Yes, Buggered IF I Know. And That's All We've Been So Far. From Experts In 14th Century Painting Renaissance Greengrocers, And Recently Revived Members Of The Public. Buggered If I Know. Vivian Stanshall, About 3 O'clock In The Morning, Oxfordshire 1973. Goodnight!
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In dulci jubilo, now sing with hearts aglow
Our delight and pleasure lies in praesepio Like sunshine is our treasure Matris in gremio Alpha est et O, Alpha est et O! O Jesu parvule, for Thee I long alway Comfort my hearts blindness, O puer optime With all thy loving kindness, O Princeps gloriae Trahe me post te, Trahe me post te! O Patris caritas, O nati lenitas Deeply were we stained, Per nostra crimina But Thou for us has gained, Caelorum gaudia That we were there, O that we were there! Ubi sunt gaudia, In any place but there There are angels singing, In Nova Cantica And there the bells are ringing, In regis curia O that we were there, O that we were there. O, that we were there... |
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Ab yul ann i dyad awt
en yab na log a toc na awd taw may on omma dawn egg kyowl omma dawn egg kyowl Ab yul ann i dyad awt en yab na log a toc na awd taw may on omma dawn egg kyowl omma dawn egg kyowl Ab yul ann i dyad awt en yab na log a toc na awd taw may on omma dawn egg kyowl omma dawn egg kyowl Ab yul ann i dyad awt en yab na log a toc na awd taw may on omma dawn egg kyowl omma dawn egg kyowl Ab yul ann i dyad awt en yab na log a toc na awd taw may on omma dawn egg kyowl omma dawn egg kyowl Ab yul ann i dyad awt en yab na log a toc na awd taw may on omma dawn egg kyowl omma dawn egg kyowl Ab yul ann i dyad awt en yab na log a toc na awd taw may on omma dawn egg kyowl omma dawn egg kyowl |
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(feat. Maddy Prior)
Queen And Huntress Chaste And Fair Now The Sun Is Laid To Sleep Seated In A Silver Chair State In Wonted Manner Keep Earth Let Not An Envious Shade Dare Itself To Inter Pose Cynthia's Shining Orb Was Made Heav'n To Cheer When Day Did Close Lay The Bow Of Pearl Apart And The Crystal Shining Quiver Give Un To The Flying Hart Space To Breathe How Short So Ever Hesper Us Entreats Thy Light Goddess Excellently Bright Bless Us Then With Wished Sight Thou Who Makes A Day Of Night (From the play "Cynthia's Revels") |
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falling, fallingWhat do you do when your falling you've got 30 degrees and your
stalling out And its 24 miles to the beacon there's a crack in the sky and the warnings outDon't take that dive again Push through that band of rainFive miles out Just hold your heading true Got to get your finest out Your number 1 anticipating youClimbing out Just hold your heading true Got to get your finest out Your number 1 anticipating youMayday, Mayday, Mayday Calling all stations This is Golf Mike Oscar Victor Juliet IMC CU.NIMB.ICING In great difficulty OverThe traffic controller is calling Victor Juliet your identity I have lost in the violet storm Communicate or squalk emergencyDon't take that dive again Push through that band of rainLost in Static 18 And the storm is closing in now Automatic 18 - Got to push through - Trapped in living hellYour a prisoner of the dark sky The propeller blades are still And the evil eye of the hurricane's Coming in now for the killOur hope's with you - Rider in the blueWelcome's waiting, We're anticipating You'll be celebrating, when you're down, and breakingClimbing out - climbing climbing Five miles out - climbing climbingFive miles out Just hold your heading true Got to get your finest out Climbing ClimbingFive miles out Just hold your heading true Got to get your finest out Climbing ClimbingClimbing out Just hold your heading true Got to get your finest out Climbing ClimbingFive miles out Just hold your heading true G |
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Hush now baby made a start
There's a jewel in your heart And a star that shines for you Watching everything you do Don't you cry though it may seem You were born into a dream There's another race to run You were not the only one Standing in the morning sun Waiting though it had begun May you never run aground Or call into the deep deep sound Stormy weather turns to blue Here's a song to take with you |
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She had a sulky smile
She took a standard pose as she presented herself She had sultry eyes she made it perfectly clear that She was his for a priceBut he said leave me alone I'm a family man And my bark is much worse than my bite He said leave me alone I'm a family man If you push me too hard I just mightShe wore hurt surprise As she re-checked her makeup to protect herself She showed less than pride She made it totally clear that she was his for a priceShe gave him her look That would have worked on any other man in sight He could not mistake She wanted to go back with him and spend the nightShe turned, tossed her head and then She started to make her final exit line She showed real disdain as if explaining again She could be his for a price (4 times) |
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Shadow on the wall
Shadow on the wall Shadow on the wall Shadow on the wall Like a shadow on the wallTreat me like a prisoner Treat me like a fool Treat me like a loser Use me as a tool Face me till I'm hungry Push me in the cold Treat me like a criminal Just a shadow on the wallTreat me like I'm evil Freeze me till I'm cold Beat me till I'm feeble Grab me till I'm old Fry me till I'm tired Push me till I fall Treat me like a criminal Just a shadow on the wall |
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The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow He passed on worried and warning Carried away by a moonlight shadow. Lost in a river last saturday night Far away on the other side. He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight And she couldn't find how to push through The trees that whisper in the evening Carried away by a moonlight shadow Sing a song of sorrow and grieving Carried away by a moonlight shadow All she saw was a silhouette of a gun Far away on the other side. He was shot six times by a man on the run And she couldn't find how to push through I stay I pray I see you in heaven far away I stay I pray I see you in heaven far away Four AM in the morning Carried away by a moonlight shadow I watched your vision forming Carried away by a moonlight shadow Star was light in a silvery night Far away on the other side Will you come to talk to me this night But she couldn't find how to push through I stay I pray I see you in heaven far away I stay I pray I see you in heaven far away Far away on the other side. Caught in the middle of a hundred and five The night was heavy but the air was alive She couldn't find how to push through Carried away by a moonlight shadow Carried away by a moonlight shadow Far away on the other side. |
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Foreign affair Take a trip in the air To a tropical beach An island to reach A new territory For an intimate story A lagoon by la mere It's a foreign affair Drifting and free On a mystical sea A whish for emotion A drop in the ocean A hush in the air You can feel anywhere In the cool twilight On a tropical night Floating on air Foreign affair A magical potion A cool locomotion A dream A prayer It's a foreign affair Floating on air Foreign affair A magical potion A cool locomotion A dream A prayer It's a foreign affair Foreign affair Take a trip in the air To a tropical beach An island to reach A new territory For an intimate story A lagoon by la mere It's a foreign affair Foreign affair Take a trip in the air To a tropical beach An island to reach A new territory For an intimate story A lagoon by la mere It's a foreign affair Foreign affair Take a trip in the air To a tropical beach An island to reach A new territory For an intimate story A lagoon by la mere It's a foreign affair Foreign affair Take a trip in the air To a tropical beach An island to reach A new territory For an intimate story A lagoon by la mere It's a foreign affair Foreign affair Take a trip in the air To a tropical beach An island to reach A new territory For an intimate story A lagoon by la mere It's a foreign affair Foreign affair Take a trip in the air To a tropical beach An island to reach A new territory For an intimate story A lagoon by la mere It's a foreign affair Foreign |
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