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Just a step, cried the sad man,
Take a look down at the madman. Bearded kings on silver wings Fly beyond reason. From the flight of the seagull, Come the spread claws of the eagle Only fear breaks the silence, As we all kneel, pray for guidance. Tread the room, cross the abyss, Take a look down at the madness. On the streets of the city, Only spectres still have pity. Patient queues for the gallows, Sing the praises of the hallows. Our machines feed the furnace, If they take us, they will burn us. Will you still know who you are When you come to who you are? When the flames have their season Will you hold to your reason? Will you die with your chance? Can you still keep your balance? Can you wake from the nightmare? |
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| 2. |
| 12:32 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 4:37 |
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He had white horses
And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was |
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| 4. |
| 6:47 | 
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| 5. |
| 20:39 |
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I. STONES OF YEARS
Has the dawn ever seen your eyes? Have the days made you so unwise? Realize, you are. Had you talked to the winds of time, Then you'd know how the water rhyme. Taste of wine, How can you know where you've been? In time you'll see the sign, And realize your sin. Will you know how the seed is sown? All your time has been overgrown, Never known. Have you walked on the stones of years? When you speak, is it you that hears? Are your ears full? You can't hear anything at all. II. MASS The preacher said a prayer, Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared. Who cared? The weaver in the web that he made! The pilgrim wandered in, Commiting ev'ry sin that he could So good... The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved From the grave The weaver in the web that he made! The high priest took a blade To bless the ones that prayed, And all obeyed. The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A Bishop rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground, Without a sound! The silent choir sing and in their silence, Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground. The weaver in the web that he made! III. BATTLEFIELD Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children fall. Are you deaf when you hear the season's call? Were you there to watch the earth be scorched? Did you stand beside the spectral torch? Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face, Scattered on the ashes of disgrace. Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly We're the victims of your armies lie, Where the blades of grass and arrows rain Then there will be no sorrow, Be no pain |
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| 14:03 |
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| 7. |
| 6:41 |
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Why do you stare Do you think that i care? You've been mislead By the thoughts in your head Your words waste and decay Nothing you say Reaches my ears anyway You never spoke a word of truth Why do you think I believe what you said Few of your words Ever enter my head I'm tired of liver for freaks? With tongues in their cheeks Turning their eyes as they speak They make me sick and tired Are you confused To the point in your mind Though you're blind Can't you see you're wrong Won't you refuse To be used Even though you may know I can see you're wrong Please, please, please open their eyes Please, please, please don't give me lies I loon? all of the earth Witness my birth Cried at the sight of a man And still i don't know who i am (chorus) I've seen paupers as kings Puppets on strings Dance for the children who stare You must have seen them everywhere |
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| 1:54 |
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| 9. |
| 2:00 |
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Why do you stare Do you think that i care? You've been mislead By the thoughts in your head Your words waste and decay Nothing you say Reaches my ears anyway You never spoke a word of truth Why do you think I believe what you said Few of your words Ever enter my head I'm tired of liver for freaks? With tongues in their cheeks Turning their eyes as they speak They make me sick and tired Are you confused To the point in your mind Though you're blind Can't you see you're wrong Won't you refuse To be used Even though you may know I can see you're wrong Please, please, please open their eyes Please, please, please don't give me lies I loon? all of the earth Witness my birth Cried at the sight of a man And still i don't know who i am (chorus) I've seen paupers as kings Puppets on strings Dance for the children who stare You must have seen them everywhere |
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| 4:14 |
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There might have been things I missed
But don't be unkind It don't mean I'm blind Perhaps there's a thing or two I think of lying in bed I shouldn't have said But there it is You see, it's all clear You were meant to be here From the beginning Maybe I might have changed And not been so cruel Not been such a fool Whatever was done is done I just can't recall It doesn't matter at all You see, it's all clear You were meant to be here From the beginning |
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| 2. |
| 8:40 |
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| 4:42 |
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| 7:07 |
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| 9:07 |
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| 6. |
| 2:44 |
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And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon england's mountains green? And was the holy lamb of god On england's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was jerusalem builded here Among these dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built jerusalem In england's green and pleasant land. |
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| 2:54 |
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Do you want to be an angel,
Do you want to be a star, Do you want to play some magic on my guitar? Do you want to be a poet, Do you want to be my string? You could be anything. Do you want to be the lover of another Undercover? you could even be the man on the moon. Do you want to be the player, Do you want to be the string? Let me just tell you something, It just don't mean a thing. You see it really doesn't matter When you're buried in disguise By the dark glass on your eyes, Though your flesh has crystalised; Still .... you turn me on. Do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head, Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed? Do you want to be a colour cover magazine; Create a scene. Every day a little sadder, A little madder, Someone get me a ladder. Do you want to be the singer, Do you want to be the song? Let me tell you something You just couldn't be more wrong. You see i really have to tell you That it all gets so intense. )from my experience It just doesn't seem to make sense, Still .... you turn me on. |
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| 7:19 |
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| 9. |
| 5:40 |
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| 10. |
| 13:17 |
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Who'll make his mark, the captain cried.
To the devil drink a toast. We'll glut the hold with cups of gold And we'll feed the sea with ghosts I see your hunger for a fortune Could be better served beneath my flag If you've the stomach for a broadside Come aboard my pretty boys I will take you and make you Everything you've ever dreamed. Make fast the guns tonight we sail when the high tide floods the bay, cut free the lines and square the yards get the black flag stowed away the Turk, the Arab, the Spaniard will soon have pennies on their eyes and any other laden fancy we will take her by surprise I will take you and make you Everything you've ever dreamed. Six days off the Cuban coast when a sail ahead the spied galleon of the treasure fleet,' the mizzen lookout cried Closer to the wind my boys, the mad-eyed captain roared every man that's alive tonight will be hauling gold aboard. Spare us, the galleon begged but mercy's face had fled Blood ran from the screaming souls the cutlass harvested Driven to the quarter deck the last survivor fell She's ours my boys, the Captain grinned and no one left to tell. The Captain rose from a silk divan With a pistol in his fist And shot the lock from an iron box And a blood red ruby kissed I give you jewellery of turquoise A crucifix of solid gold One hundred thousand silver pieces It is just as I foretold You... You see there before you everything You've ever dreamed. Anchored in an indigo moonlit bay Gold-eyed round fires the sea thieves lay Morning... white shells and a pipe of clay As the wind filled their footsteps They were far... far... away. Our sails swell full as we brave all seas On a westward wind to live as we please With the wicked wild-eyed woman of Portobello town Where we've been told that a purse of gold Buys many man a crown They will serve you and clothe you Exchange your rags for the velvet coats of Kings. Who'll drink a toast with me I give you Liberty This town is ours... tonight. Landlord, wine make it the finest Make it a cup for a sea dogs thirst Two long years of bones and beaches Fever and leeches did their worst So fill the night with paradise Bring me peach and peacock till I burst But first, I want a soft touch in the right place I want to feel like a King tonight Ten on the black to beat the Frenchman Back you dogs give 'em room to turn Now open wide sweet Heaven's gates Tonight we're gonna see if Heaven burns See how she burns... Oh she burns I want an angel on a gold chain And I'll ride her to the stars It's the last time for a long long time Come the daybreak, we embark... On the flood of the morning tide Once more the ocean cried. This company will return one day Though we feel your tears it's the price we pay For there's prizes to be taken and glory to be found Cut free the chains make fast your souls We are Eldorado bound... I will take you always forever together Until hell call our names... Who'll drink a toast with me To the devil and the deep blue sea Gold drives a man... to dream! |
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| 3:32 |
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They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth But instead it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the Virgin's birth I remember one Christmas morning A winters light and a distant choir And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell And their eyes full of tinsel and fire They sold me a dream of Christmas They sold me a Silent Night And they told me a fairy story 'Till I believed in the Israelite And I believed in Father Christmas And I looked at the sky with excited eyes 'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn And I saw him and through his disguise I wish you a hopeful Christmas I wish you a brave New Year All anguish pain and sadness Leave your heart and let your road be clear They said there'll be snow at Christmas They said there'll be peace on Earth Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell The Christmas you get you deserve |
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| 3:11 |
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| 3:57 |
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