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Isis, Horus, Ra, Seth
Isis, Horus, Ra, Seth Isis, Horus, Ra, Seth Isis, Horus, Anubis And you will know us by the trail of dead |
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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 2:56 |
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Random lost souls have asked me
"What's the future of rock 'n' roll?" I say "I don't know, does it matter?" This and that scene, They sound all the same to me Neither much worse nor much better. We're so fucked these days We don't know who to hate or who to praise Yet we consider this our suffering and pain When we're so privileged, a fact We all forget about as We go whinging all over the place. How they laughed as we shovelled the ashes Wrath hath soured Blood and death, we will pay back the debt For this candy store of ours. Look at those cunts on MTV With their cars, and cribs, and rings and shit Is that what being a celebrity means? Look, boys and girls, here's BBC See corpses, rapes, and amputees What do you think now of the American dream? And our soccer moms and dads Who raised us brats on those TV ads I know that they sleep at night Their conscience is intact They've convinced themselves of that Giving money to Jesus Fucking H Christ How they laugh as we shovelled the ashes Of the twin towers Blood and death, we will pay back the debt Of this candy store of ours Of this candy store of ours Of this candy store of ours |
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| 4. |
| 3:12 |
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> Lying on the grass
Afternoon, there's always something happening Friends go floating gently by I'm listening to a song inside my head Although the summer's past Those mythic dreams would never last Nor do I care anymore And if it makes you sad Remember all the things you have That can't be bought Recollection brings me back Sad to think that it was just a fantasy We'd already accepted that Which many others struggled to believe And though it makes no sense I know there are no accidents I've no fear anymore And if it makes you sad To give up dreams you've always had That can't be caught It just can't be fought. Looking back at '91 Reflecting on those things we could have Said and done The dancing lights across a crowd Remind us of another town That's dead and gone It's just dead and gone Take me to that summer past And tell me is it really worth remembering? I realize that music then Was really just a song in my head And though the fun has past Those mythic dreams would never last Have no fear anymore And if it makes you cry To look ahead well dry your eyes It can be done Yes, it can be done. |
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| 5. |
| 3:20 |
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> How can anyone be so unkind
As to want to take another's piece of mind? Is acceptance so implausible? Well I know how the best will fall And the rest will follow. It's important to recognize In this world we live there is nothing worth dying It's enough to say ""hello"", we're all human But I know how the best will fall And the rest will follow Is it so easy to resign To ruin this world for everyone? I guess when it's all said and done It's just something in our design. We are all of us so capable of The greatest acts of hate and the worst acts of love I wonder sometimes what's the matter with us all And I know how the best will fall And the rest will follow... |
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| 6. |
| 4:53 |
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Eyes at night never see the day
Because it's not in my nature Golden wings rise from the plane They burn above the red earth Scale these walls in front of me Have you ever stopped to wonder... Why they forced your voice to turn From silence to a caterwaul? Why they forced your voice to turn From silence to a caterwaul? Never knew I could feel this way So old and unremembered Never thought it would slip away And fall like September Scale these walls in front of me Have you ever stopped to wonder... Why they forced your voice to turn From silence to a caterwaul? Why they forced your voice to turn From silence to a caterwaul? I heard your caterwaul... And what has tried to bound me I've severed every tie Place your arms around me And we'll leave the rest behind What was I to say? How was I to know? Was it your soft voice that said so? What was I to say? How was I to know? Was it your soft voice that said so? What was I to say? How was I to know? Was it your soft voice that said so? What was I to say? How was I to know? Was it your soft voice that said so? |
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| 7. |
| 5:47 |
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| 8. |
| 4:46 |
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Now that our ties are served
Let us not wonder whether As we say goodbye We are ready to take the dive Grieve, but not grieve together Let it drag us down, let it fade Let it dive, let it die, let it fade out of sight Mourn with nothing to say Lost as those sweet warm other days Gone are those times forever Let it dive, let it die, let it fade out of sight Let it dive, let it die, let it fade Let it drag us down, let it come between you and I Where we born to despair There will always be something there Deeds done but not forgiven? Let it dive, let it die As long as one of us goes on living Let it fade out of sight What's done is done, no reason to apologize Let it drag us down, let it come between you and I Let it dive, let it die, let it fade |
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| 9. |
| 1:26 |
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| 10. |
| 1:50 |
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The curtain thins
Violins announce the score is over The symphony clears the folded chairs And walk towards the snack bar And I forgot what the libretto was all about At eight o'clock you drop me off And not a word was spared for us Drinks at ten, we're off again The crowds and bouncers stare at us And the last one out the car fills the meter up Don't say your name, just dance with me Oh no, my ride is gone it's time to leave Then racing for the sink I shove my head in And the world looks like heaven It's all white |
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| 4:48 |
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> The mime's conceit has conquered over real beauty
Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone Where a human is somewhere to be found But where I don't know And things couldn't be better From behind the halls we cannot pass Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh Hear the monster screaming ""What have I become?"" Before his looking-glass And things couldn't be better This is one fine life This is one fine wine This is one fine wife This is one fine lie And things couldn't be better They are the best |
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| 3:51 |
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With history, your bluest grace Falls apart, cascading down Speak to me of beautiful hate Of island chains swept with the tide Tragedy ripening on The coral leis of a conquering king They're swept away Oh, but not lost Beneath the waves of trembling stars The road winds towards The windward side My soul is saved by these city lights My face is framed by the blanket of night They're swept away Oh, but not lost Was I too proud to sat, or to wish for Words that I knew were forbidden? Because I don't want to know I didn't want to see what I saw When I looked in the distance They're swept away Oh, but not lost |
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| 3:49 |
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> We had a mod-fuck jubilee
To celebrate our broken hearts We carved tombs from the rocks and stones And transformed them into art We gave the plot a twist Blew the past a kiss Turned it upside down To quench fiending lips Freak sons and forgotten ones Who disappeared before the Flood Tell-tale signs of our thoughts and minds Have been encoded into blood We spun the wheels of the Armageddon Just to see what it would bring With blood and rain it will spin again Let the voice of judgment sing: Mach Schau! |
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| 3:53 |
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> It was All Saints Day
Wind and rain hit my face Ripped apart from lack of grace Now so torn You never said All of this would end so strange Walk to a church across the bridge Find my shame Never been the type to confess It all seemed to waste away When your double-tongued mouth opens wide Everybody knows you can't hide forever November fades Never could put this mind to rest Step in the cold and on the mess Felling scorned I found myself Hinting with nothing to give or show Never gave or cared (a care), until now Now it's late Never been the type to confess It all seemed to waste away When your double-tongued mouth opened wide Everybody knows you can't hide forever Pariah prophet faltering way too much Crazed crusades got me in a crux Like a mute without a voice With a bottle in my hand, make some noise It was All Saints Day... |
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