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Yes, yes, I'd launch into the rising sun
My living breath is measured, every step is done Fare ye well my friends, see you down the line, Yeah, yeah I don't belong to nation state or dying race I leave my prejudice with you My religion's in space Have a little respect... Why are we running in this space race? Why are we acting like we own the place? Just want to feel the starlight on my face Reach out my hand and touch beyond Yes, yes, I'd float around till gravity's end Unity is coming singular again See you then my friends, at the end of time Yeah, yeah Secret knowledge, science, logic, all are gone Nothing left but burning up into the sun On a cosmic beach I'll see ya there Why are we running in this space race? Why are we acting like we own the place? Just want to feel the starlight on my face Reach out my hand and touch beyond... Why are we running in this space race? Why are we acting like we own the place? Just want to feel the starlight on my face Reach out my hand and touch beyond Why are we running in this space race? Why are we acting like we own the place? Just want to feel the starlight on my face Reach out my hand and touch beyond... |
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| 2. |
| 4:16 |
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A silent river flowing black
Strange attractors no turning back Present danger I recall That pins my senses to the wall Back from the edge, where the darkness has fled And I'm swimming in light and I'm falling Falling from the edge, back from the edge I fell from grace and that's a fact I still have urges, I fight back Cold decisions wear me thin Kill yourself, begin again Back from the edge, where you're not worth a damn Throw yourself into light and the rush as you spin from the edge Back from the edge, back from the edge, back from the edge Now and then I wonder where the faces from my childhood have gone Like father, like son, in your bones it lives on glowing shadows Back from the edge Back from the edge Back from the edge Back from the edge |
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| 3:03 |
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These are the pictures, these are the feelings from the frontline
Living in silence, feeling the deafness like heavy smoke Smiling with strangers, counting the days like a spring coiled up inside Welcome to your future, welcome to your book of lies Fingers crawl through pages, nothing changes Living here... Inertia ' no wish to move at all Inertia ' everthing's a stone wall Inertia ' history lets you die A ragged pile of silent accusers, smell the blood of strangers here No eyes, no ears, no smell, no taste, the mouth of the maggot is full of this place Murdered conscience, the pressure is crushing heads, like paper lanterns now Unbreakable grip, a dead hand driving us forward to the end Kicking through the traces, a thousand years from now... Inertia ' no wish to think at all Inertia ' everthing's a stone wall Inertia ' history lets you die Inertia ' no wish to move at all Inertia ' everthing's a stone wall Inertia ' history lets you die |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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You knew I wouldn't go, that's why you threatened me,
would I stay? Said I was sick and I'd be alone, said my mind was not my own I didn't learn... You crawled up on your knees, a victim's pretty-please Would I stay? Would I stay? And I stayed... How many more times till I broke down from that guilty mess? You taught me to hate to love you, that's because you love to hate yourself I wish it had a happy end, like the fairy tales pretend there can be But things are not the same when your life love was a game of make-believe You've got everything you want, but not everything you need and it's true - you receive what you achieve How many screaming fights, tears of rage, until it ended? How many more times till I say who I am and don't pretend? How many more times till I broke out of that guilty mess? How many more times till I say who I am and don't pretend? |
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| 5. |
| 3:19 |
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Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity that fuels all our needs
Chaotic energy that sucks the life from H to He All life withers in the sun, I deny what I have done Spend my days and nights in roaring halls of crimson fire Solar confinement, solar confinement, solar confinement, solar distress flares ' oh oh I've slept with many strangers, so fission fusion fission makes good sense Where I laid my head, my troubles I put down to experience It's warm and lonely in het sun, I deny what I have done Spend my days and nights in roaring halls of crimson fire Solar confinement, solar confinement, solar confinement, solar distress flares, solar distress flares ' oh oh A lonely boy sits in his room, his curtains hide the sun Confess to what you've done And no one understands... Solar confinement, solar confinement, solar confinement, solar distress flares Solar confinement, solar confinement, solar confinement, solar distress flares, solar distress flares, solar distress flares - oh oh |
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| 6. |
| 3:49 |
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Well, you bred me
Well, you fed me Well, you made me what I am Something for nothing Good for nothing, well... It's a dreamstate, a dreamstate To kill me with kindness, you'll just have to wait You say I'm nothing You say I'm nothing Never gonna be something Well, then, that's the life for me Your expectations Your reservations Aw, c'mon, please... It's a dreamstate, a dreamstate You brought it to the vision So you don't have to wait A dreamstate of bliss, a dreamstate of bliss, a dreamstate... Now I'm standing up here before the judge jury's got their head where the sun don't shine Everybody's lying on my case They're lying on, they're lying on, they're lying on, they're lying on my case... Eyes above me Eyes above me Never realised there was someone else in here No resolution And no conclusion Do I believe? In a dreamstate, a dreamstate You fell for it sucker, you fell for the bait A dreamstate of bliss, a dreamstate of bliss A dreamstate of bliss, a dreamstate, A dreamstate... |
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| 7. |
| 3:45 |
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I will not accept the truth, I will not accept the truth,
I will not accept the truth That I'll never get there, never get there, yeah, yeah I must not push forward, no, I must not push forward, no, I must not push forward, no 'Cos I'll never get there, I'll never get there, no way...yeah I will not believe your lies, I will not believe your lies, I will not believe your lies You say I'll never get there, never get there Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on... I will not accept your truth, I will not believe your lies, I will not acknowledge pain, I will survive and live again Coming back now Rising up now, lord Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on... Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on... I will not accept the truth, I will not accept the truth, I will not accept the truth |
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| 8. |
| 3:28 |
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I've got myself a widget, a gizmo with wires
and martian intent, yeah Strange face of beauty, that's my machine It blinks and stares right at me, sees nothing but in its wires A strange thing of beauty, that's my machine You won't believe what it can do It tells me things I never wished I knew Like the mirror when you ask, it tells you true Inside the machine, the web has got you now Inside the machine, yeah, yeah, yeah I'd strap my dna to it, a living device the light of my life, yeah Strange face of beauty, that's my machine I sit, we crackle with static It makes no sense to have experience when A strange thing of beauty, that's my machine You won't believe what it can do It tells me things I never wished I knew Like the mirror when you ask, it tells you true Inside the machine ' we're looking for control Inside the machine ' you're part of it somehow Inside the machine ' yeah, yeah, yeah Inside the machine ' the web has got you now Inside the machine ' you're part of it somehow Inside the machine ' we're looking for control Inside the machine ' yeah yeah yeah |
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| 9. |
| 2:14 |
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What would induce you to swear your allegiance to God, tonight?
Joined at the hip to a million-volt switch of the light ' alright You want to find out, what the planet's about Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky... Your eyes are black as they see the red ball of the sun, and they're blind Dribbling with come as the volts start to arc through your mind Cruel, but it's kind Like father, like son, chop off the head and the body lives on Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky... Like father, like son, chop off the head and the body lives on Heaven that made you has screwed you and laughed Falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky... |
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| 10. |
| 4:34 |
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Hey, you wait, cringing in the dark, you create what you always fear
A puppet of hatred, dishing out poison You use me for bait, your begging bowl of lies, chain letters of sniveling compromise I can smell the difference, your truth and your fiction, you and your Twisted convictions Were you my friend when I belonged? Were you my friend when I was strong? Were you my friend when I was weak? Were you my friend when I was crawling, calling...out of my head? Cold, like your blood, the snake is always cool When things get tough, you slither on the ground You cover up your tracks when I'm around It's over now my friend, your dog has had its day It's payback time for what you had to say You're stuck with the life you made, Stuck with the plans you made Stuck with everything you are Were you my friend when I belonged? Were you my friend when I was strong? Were you my friend when I was weak? Were you my friend when I was crawling, calling...out of my head? Everything's gonna happen now, everything's gonna happen now Everything's gonna happen now, everything's gonna happen now Were you my friend when I belonged? Were you my friend when I was strong? Were you my friend when I was weak? Were you my friend when I was crawling, calling...out of my head? Crawling, calling, out of my head Crawling, calling, out of my head |
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| 11. |
| 3:15 |
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I'm vacuum-breathing and open-mouthed,
as the red shift fills my eyes Minister my promises as her shadow cuts the day away I remembered you, as you walked into that room Dislocated, jagged pieces, are sliding into this broken mind Swimming back against the river but I'm rising with the tide Where we came from, we're all going back there soon How many times have we met this way? How many lives have we lived before? How many faces and how many names? Shadows come, but shadows are gone Shadows come, but shadows are gone How many times have we met this way? How many lives have we lived before? How many faces and how many names? Shadows come, but shadows are gone Shadows come, but shadows are gone |
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| 12. |
| 3:31 |
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I see the scars of action all writhing 'round your face
Too much inactivity and home's a lonely place Throw away your beauty, 'cos you know that it won't last Throw away your present, you've been living in the pas Come on, take a trip with me Across the bridge of lunacy Fire up some beast and ride the skywaves I've thrown away my images, they're all so distant now Discovery was a stranger then, welcome to my house Whatever demons torture me, I love them like a friend Nothing lasts forever but the certainty of change I'd rather move around and be, than figure out life and what it means Fire up some beast and ride the skywaves Don't wanna waste my time on you, if you can't travel this way too Fire up some beast, we'll ride the skywaves And when the fireball's work is done and we are part of the nuclear one The whole damn thing begins again Our glory days have just begun A fiery sideslip, then we're gone I'll see ya monday morning Anyway, I'm coming back Anyway, I'm coming back |
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| 13. |
| 4:52 |
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Spiralling, falling ' a silver machine, from wings of freedom,
silent above Eyelids were burning, summer sun roasting, tumbling chrome in the clear blue sky Brighter than sunshine, for all of our lifetimes 1000 stars turned day into night at the end Where were you when it fell from the sky? I saw the movie, I read the reply In the beginning there was only the word People were kissing in front of their shadows Children were playing out in the yard I am not guilty, I made no difference I wasn't born and I wasn't made on that day Where were you when it fell from the sky? I saw the movie, I read the reply In the beginning there was only the word Strange death in paradise Strange death in paradise Strange death in paradise Strange death in paradise Strange death in paradise Strange death in paradise |
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| 1. |
| 3:53 |
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I'm in a band with an Italian drummer
and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap He just cooks pasta, always faster He smokes with his father, makes good carbonara His cock's too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs and always thinks about sex His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters He talks baloni and eats rigatoni His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits And when he plays his drums it sounds like this I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap He's really Italian, hung like a stallion He never takes a rest from chasing breasts and legs He hates Peter Criss but he still likes Kiss And when he plays his drums it sounds like this I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap "The characters described in this song are fictitious and any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional" I'm in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap I'm in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap He's really Italian, he's hung like a stallion His cock's too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters He talks baloni and eats rigatoni His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits when he plays his drums... ...do you know someone like this? I'm in a band with an Italian drummer I'm in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity) "You know son, it's like this you see. We met him down the pub one day and eerm... he looked a bit of a geezer at the time. Ha! It was only when we gave him a fucking saxophone that he discovered he was a fucking drummer didn't he! Fucking cunt! So we got rid of his saxophone and eerm... put these drums there instead. And eerm... he was a star really. And there's nothing we can do about it really." I'm in a band, in a band, in a band... "Hey, are you fucking talking to me, aye? Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E' come se metti del peperoncino nel culo di una porta che scoreggia nuvole di nero. E poi c'era una vacca... Io non ho capito che dice questo ragazzo inglese... Non mi ricordo. Ehi Vito, ma che cazzo dice, eh ?! E te l'ho detto, io non capisco una minchia questo ragazzo straniero. ...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so! Andate a 'fanculo !!!" |
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| 4:05 |
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You don’t know your jailer
Like you, he’s never been free He looks just like you, doesn’t he? He’s got no sense of his own reward Who needs freedom anyway? When you’ve got your golden cage What I call isolation You might call it passion play How long have you been here? You really can’t say How long will you stay? Who cares anyway? It’s a rescue day What’s the use in fighting Battles that you can’t lose You’re here by an invitation Another’s mad refuse Escape is a temptation But it’s much too tough to choose That’s why I’m standing out here That’s why I’m waiting out here It’s a rescue day Another rescue day You build walls to keep me out Or maybe to keep you in Which ever jail you choose right now Your house is not your friend |
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| 2:17 |
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It's gotten by the three kings
And I thought I saw a star I could smell the holy spirit, It was coming from the hall It's magic they said Back from the dead It's not Christmas yet God's not coming back God's not coming back You turn my water into wine, You fix my table, it's just fine Two ton rocks he rolled away, Feels secure every Sunday It's magic they said Back from the dead It's not Christmas yet God's not coming back You with the mandoline You never talk the little queen You look like Ian Gillian But I bet you couldn't scream It's magic they said Back from the dead It's not Christmas yet God's not coming back God's not coming back God's... not... coming... back God's... not... coming... back |
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| 2:42 |
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You wanna talk? you wanna go?
From your armchair things you know Secret plans, conspiracy Little people all around You curse love, you curse hate You curse your life, you curse your face Whatever you can be If only you could learn If only you could learn Narrow-vision, that's the way It finally helps you through the day Too many reasons to believe No time to understand The clock is ticking like a bomb Subversive things are going on Your only certainty If only you could learn If only you could learn If only, if only, if only, if only If only you could learn Victim gravel on your knees Victim of your own disease Make my day, why don't ya? From your armchair, you'e a hero If only you could learn If only you could learn If only, if only, if only, if only If only you could learn Victim gravel on your knees Victim of your own disease Make my day, why don't ya? From your armchair, you'e a hero Screaming beauty, suicide So cynical, you never tried To understand the reasons From your armchair you're a hero If only you could learn If only you could learn If only, if only, if only, if only If only you could learn |
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| 2:07 |
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Don't start it
What you say to me and what you see It's not for sale I'm a cold starter Don't you hang your hat on my peg pin Your big red heart on my shirt tail? I'm coldhearted I mean and bad and virtuous And every bad thing I could ever be Trying to be careful, Said i'd never do that again It's on the tip of my tongue And sometimes it just falls out wrong It's not the thing i meant to do, It's not the place i want to be Guess I'll keep on walking, baby, Motown's gonna give me some clue, of what to do Should I travel on the sunny side When I think of where to hang my feet and what to do You'd better watch out how you drive that thing But I looked into the fire and the spider's done It's dancing in the rain, tried a little shuffle But I never had the chance to move Try a different tune |
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| 4:05 |
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Say goodbye to earth's children on a sleigh ride to the moon
Blue and white in the distance, not sorry I'm leaving you Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes Now and then the darkside fills the sky Turn around the starlight warms my skin Even in the blackness there's a tune Now that I'm not with you I close my eyes and dream Remember all my days as a prisoner of gravity I left a piece of history and the future has begun Sat here with my feet hung up and nowhere is my home Now and then the earthrise fills my dreams Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means Turn around the starlight warms my skin Everyday in the blackness we begin...again Now and then the earthrise fills my eyes Squeeze my fist in anger, remember what it means Turn around the starlight warms my skin Everyday in the blackness we begin Welcome back to the human race so very far from home I know I should be lonely but there's too much going on I left this ball of sadness when the fighting had begun To leave behind your mayhem, your chemistry are free |
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| 2:49 |
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Hello!
Well I've studied greenwich meantime And its different from cet But in europe we're all in line And that's no big problem for me, ha, ha But over in the USA While we're all having our tea They're maybe just getting dressed, Well that's no way to be. Americans are behind Americans are behind Americans are behind Americans are behind Well I called them on the telephone During office hours I'd spoken to their answerphone, Some silly mumbling cow She said "iIm sorry we're not open yet but have a nice day" But it's gone noon, They're still in bed They're far behind in the UAS Americans are behind Americans are behind Americans are behind Americans are behind Good lord, can't you hurry up Americans are behind Americans, get a move on now! At the third stroke We will all have a jolly good time... Precisely... |
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| 3:54 |
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These are the pictures, these are the feelings from the frontline
Living in silence, feeling the deafness like heavy smoke Smiling with strangers, counting the days like a spring coiled up inside Welcome to your future, welcome to your book of lies Fingers crawl through pages, nothing changes Living here... Inertia ' no wish to move at all Inertia ' everthing's a stone wall Inertia ' history lets you die A ragged pile of silent accusers, smell the blood of strangers here No eyes, no ears, no smell, no taste, the mouth of the maggot is full of this place Murdered conscience, the pressure is crushing heads, like paper lanterns now Unbreakable grip, a dead hand driving us forward to the end Kicking through the traces, a thousand years from now... Inertia ' no wish to think at all Inertia ' everthing's a stone wall Inertia ' history lets you die Inertia ' no wish to move at all Inertia ' everthing's a stone wall Inertia ' history lets you die |
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| 9. |
| 3:23 |
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You knew I wouldn't go, that's why you threatened me,
would I stay? Said I was sick and I'd be alone, said my mind was not my own I didn't learn... You crawled up on your knees, a victim's pretty-please Would I stay? Would I stay? And I stayed... How many more times till I broke down from that guilty mess? You taught me to hate to love you, that's because you love to hate yourself I wish it had a happy end, like the fairy tales pretend there can be But things are not the same when your life love was a game of make-believe You've got everything you want, but not everything you need and it's true - you receive what you achieve How many screaming fights, tears of rage, until it ended? How many more times till I say who I am and don't pretend? How many more times till I broke out of that guilty mess? How many more times till I say who I am and don't pretend? |
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| 10. |
| 4:30 |
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I see the scars of action all writhing 'round your face
Too much inactivity and home's a lonely place Throw away your beauty, 'cos you know that it won't last Throw away your present, you've been living in the pas Come on, take a trip with me Across the bridge of lunacy Fire up some beast and ride the skywaves I've thrown away my images, they're all so distant now Discovery was a stranger then, welcome to my house Whatever demons torture me, I love them like a friend Nothing lasts forever but the certainty of change I'd rather move around and be, than figure out life and what it means Fire up some beast and ride the skywaves Don't wanna waste my time on you, if you can't travel this way too Fire up some beast, we'll ride the skywaves And when the fireball's work is done and we are part of the nuclear one The whole damn thing begins again Our glory days have just begun A fiery sideslip, then we're gone I'll see ya monday morning Anyway, I'm coming back Anyway, I'm coming back |
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