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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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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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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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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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Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, Childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, Illusions darks blossoms have grown. Even now in furrows of sorrow The dance still is sung. My life's course is guided Decided by limits drawn On charts of my past days And pathways since I was born. I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it every day. You and I are yesterday's answers, The earth of the past came to flesh, Eroded by Time's rivers To the shapes we now possess. Come share of my breath and my substance, And mingle our stream and our times. In bright, infinite moments, Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. Doubles faces dark defense Talk too loud but talk no sense Yeah I see those smiling eyes Butter us up with smiling lies Talk to creatures raise the dead Fate you know sure got fed Trained apart from houses of stone Hour of horses pick the bone Come forth, from love spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are yearning, For life to be. And the pain will (must) be gain, New life! Stirring in, salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams. They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate, Ride the tides of fate. They were, sent from (to) the gates In the burning of our yearning, For life to be. There's no end to my life, No beginning to my death Death is life! |
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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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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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C"est La Vie Have your leaves all turned to brown
이것이 인생입니다.. 당신의 물든 단풍잎들을 가지고 있나요? Will you scatter them around you 당신주위에 그것들을 뿌릴건가요? C"est La Vie Do you love 이것이 인생입니다.. 사랑을 하나요? And then how am I to know 그리고 그런다음 어떻게 나는 알까요? If you don"t let your love show for me 만약 당신이 내게 보여줄 당신을 사랑을 보내지 않는다면. C"est La Vie C"est La Vie, C"est La Vie 이것이 인생입니다 이것이 인생입니다 이것이 인생입니다. Who knows,who cares for me 누가 알까요? 누가 날 걱정 할까요? C"est La Vie 이것이 인생입니다 In the night 밤에.. Do you light a lover"s fire 당신은 연인의 열정을 밝히나요? Do the ashes of desire for you remain 갈망의 재들이 당신을 위해서 남겨져있나요? Like the sea There"s a live too deep to show 바다와같이.. 삶이 있답니다.. 보여주기엔 너무 깊은 Took a storm before my live flowed for you 태풍을 갖고있어요 나의 인생이 당신을위해 흐르기 전에.. C"est La Vie 이것이 인생입니다 Like a song Out of tune and out of time 노래와 같이 음을벗어나고, 시간에서 벗어나요 All I needed was a rhymw for you 난 당신을 위한 리듬 밖에 필요없습니다 C"est La Vie Do you give 이것이 인생입니다.. 당신은 주나요? Do you live from day to day 하루하루 살아가나요? Is there no song I can play for you 내가 당신을 위해 연주할 곡은 없나요? C"est La Vie 이것이 인생입니다. Oh~~ C"est La Vie. 오~~ 그것이 인생이겠지 Oh~~ C"est La Vie. 오~~ 그것이 인생이겠지 Who knows, who cares for me? 누군가 내게 마음 기울이는 것을 C"est La Vie. 오~~ 그것이 인생이겠지. |
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He had white horses
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Keys - I play 'em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin' at the knees You're doin' somethin' drastic - chasin' the fantastic... To dine with tigers in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Man - living in a can - skippin' with a suit-case Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don't lose your oars You're trippin' on a shoe lace - racin' to each new place... To screw your shadow in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Sun - help me when I run - bleedin' from the moonlight Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height... To ride the spotlight in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? |
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Good night
Good night Look at that moon shine so bright And tonight he smiles especially for you Sleep tight Sleep tight You know everything is alright And tonight I'll be here watching over you For tonight I'll be here watching over you Tonight I'll be here watching over you Sweet dreams Sweet dreams It is never as real as it seems And in the morning when you wake up I'll be right here Sleep on Sleep on For no matter how dark or long It may seem that your night is I'll be still be here I'll still be here watching Watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through Oh~ So be still Be still For you know that I always will Tonight and forever Be watching over you For tonight and forever be watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through I will be watching over you |
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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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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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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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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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He had white horses
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Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, Childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, Illusions darks blossoms have grown. Even now in furrows of sorrow The dance still is sung. My life's course is guided Decided by limits drawn On charts of my past days And pathways since I was born. I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it every day. You and I are yesterday's answers, The earth of the past came to flesh, Eroded by Time's rivers To the shapes we now possess. Come share of my breath and my substance, And mingle our stream and our times. In bright, infinite moments, Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. Doubles faces dark defense Talk too loud but talk no sense Yeah I see those smiling eyes Butter us up with smiling lies Talk to creatures raise the dead Fate you know sure got fed Trained apart from houses of stone Hour of horses pick the bone Come forth, from love spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are yearning, For life to be. And the pain will (must) be gain, New life! Stirring in, salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams. They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate, Ride the tides of fate. They were, sent from (to) the gates In the burning of our yearning, For life to be. There's no end to my life, No beginning to my death Death is life! |
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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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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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Every day I see a nwe cloud coming There's one more hole in space Every time I walk across the street I feel the gas blowing in my face We never learn even deserts burn And all politicians lie They don't do nothing till we reach high noon Black moon Ain't nobody gonna walk on water When it falls like acid rain Nobody gonna fake you out Every poison stains We're all struck here right in the middle We never call the tune If we don't get active we'll become immune Black moon In the night see the red sky burning There's fire on the mountain Oil slicks on the sea The black moon is rising How long will it be you take a look around the world The future never waits We're skating on the thin ice And we're in the hands of fate What we need's a little redirection To find our blue lagoon You know it wouldn't come a moment too soon Black moon -------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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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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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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Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone, Wipe away endless years, Childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, Illusions darks blossoms have grown. Even now in furrows of sorrow The dance still is sung. My life's course is guided Decided by limits drawn On charts of my past days And pathways since I was born. I carry the dust of a journey That cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me For I breathe it every day. You and I are yesterday's answers, The earth of the past came to flesh, Eroded by Time's rivers To the shapes we now possess. Come share of my breath and my substance, And mingle our stream and our times. In bright, infinite moments, Our reasons are lost in our rhymes. Doubles faces dark defense Talk too loud but talk no sense Yeah I see those smiling eyes Butter us up with smiling lies Talk to creatures raise the dead Fate you know sure got fed Trained apart from houses of stone Hour of horses pick the bone Come forth, from love spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are yearning, For life to be. And the pain will (must) be gain, New life! Stirring in, salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams. They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate, Ride the tides of fate. They were, sent from (to) the gates In the burning of our yearning, For life to be. There's no end to my life, No beginning to my death Death is life! |
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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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Every day I see a nwe cloud coming There's one more hole in space Every time I walk across the street I feel the gas blowing in my face We never learn even deserts burn And all politicians lie They don't do nothing till we reach high noon Black moon Ain't nobody gonna walk on water When it falls like acid rain Nobody gonna fake you out Every poison stains We're all struck here right in the middle We never call the tune If we don't get active we'll become immune Black moon In the night see the red sky burning There's fire on the mountain Oil slicks on the sea The black moon is rising How long will it be you take a look around the world The future never waits We're skating on the thin ice And we're in the hands of fate What we need's a little redirection To find our blue lagoon You know it wouldn't come a moment too soon Black moon -------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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