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this is the story of a reoccuring dream
some other images cut inbetween endlessly seeking for identitiy of what there is and what there seems to be do i am just what i recall do i own waht belongs to all a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold i'd love to get it but the water is much to cold i'm going down through a poke in my vein i'm moving up to where i'm going insane caught in the middle for it's too high a stake i'm popping out of my rebirthday cake i'm shooting up through a whole in my head see me falling through the safety net no boundaries no strings attached i am free so don't you mess with me sing a loud song and draw a few lines the world is a mess and i feel fine tell a crude joke about the sign of the times have faith and you can sleep with snakes this is the story of a reoccuring dream some other images cut inbetween endlessly seeking for identitiy of what there is and what there seems to be do i am just what i recall do i own waht belongs to all a sunken ship that carries jewelry and gold i'd love to get it but the water is much to cold stuck in the middle i can barely move i feel my feet are marching to the good groove i hear my heart is pounding on the right spot hell i'm free so don't you mess with me sing a loud song and draw a few lines the world is a mess and i feel fine tell a crude joke about the sign of the times have faith and you can sleep with snakes |
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| 2. |
| 5:01 |
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here and there and everywhere i go
i stand on my two feet on my two hands i walk away now and then and almost every time i wake up walking in my sleep i feel the need to walk away once upon a time it was when everything was real there was nobody who would want to walk away but today we know so much that we don't really know just what is true or false or should we go or stay all of a sudden i wake up all of a sudden i wake up the words i trust to build upon are pebbles in my hand all of a sudden i wake up all of a sudden i wake up the words that name the right and wrong are pebbles in my hand the words i give and those i take are just pebbles in my hand every time i look i see them moving by remote control so remote that they don't even know yet it seems they know so much that they don't really care so much about who does and who does not control all of a sudden i wake up all of a sudden i wake up the words i trust to build upon are pebbles in my hand all of a sudden i wake up all of a sudden i wake up the words that name the right and wrong are pebbles in my hand the words i give and those i take are just pebbles in my hand |
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| 3. |
| 3:11 |
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shake your dream
like an apple off the tree bed it in the grass lay so still like you never ever will tip the hourglass a way so bold how time extends and hearts unfold curious at last true this is a part of me a part you're not supposed to see so come away come away just one step into another scenery out in a different world don't look back and don't you even look at me unless you want to seek at me a way so bold how time extends and hearts unfold out in a different world true you are a part of me true you're not supposed be so come away come away a scent, a whiff, a touch, a weary smile a wave- good bye, from the bar to the door -watch the gap in the wooden floor- i'm back till sundown a swift lift in a truck, a fuck, some crack a sly high in the sky -let my down easy, if you will no pride to fall back to |
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| 4. |
| 4:21 | 
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| 5. |
| 5:40 |
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down in vineland
there's a clubhouse girl in white dress boy shoots white stuff don't you know that anyone can join and they come and call and they fall on the floor don't you see when you're looking at me that i never end transcend transcend ain't it strange oohoohooh ain't it strange come and join me i implore thee i impure thee come explore me don't you know that anyone can join and they come and call and they fall on the floor don't you see when you're looking at me that i never end transcend transcend ain't it strange oohoohooh ain't it strange true, true who are you who, who am i lodadodadodadoda down in vineland there's a clubhouse girl in white dress boy shoots white stuff don't you know that anyone can join and they come and call and they fall on the floor don't you see when you're looking at me that i never end transcend transcend ain't it strange oohoohooh ain't it strange do you go to the temple tonight? oh no, i don't think so no do you not go to the palace of answers with me, marie? oh no, i don't think so no see, when they offer me books of gold i know soon still that platinum's coming and when i look inside of your temple it looks just like the inside of the brain of any one man and when he beckons his finger to me, well i move in another direction i move in another dimension i move in another direction ohohoh strange |
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| 6. |
| 4:05 |
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bem sei que estou endoidecendo
bem sei que falha em mim quem sou sim, mas enquanto me nao rendo quero saber por onde vou ainda que vale? para render- me ao que o destino me faz ser quero um momento aqui deter-me e descansar a conhecer ha grandes lapsos de memoria grandes paralelas perdidas e muita lenda e muita historia e muitas vidas muitas vidas tudo isso; agora me perco de mim e vou a transviar quer chamar a mim, e cerco meu ser de tudo relembrar ha grandes lapsos de memoria grandes paralelas perdidas e muita lenda e muita historia muitas vidas muitas vidas |
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| 7. |
| 3:03 |
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du coeur à la tête
cèst une très longue route et je vais sans doute un jour y aller dans une petite pochette mes affaires de toilette et si tu me laisse j`y vais toujours rester car mon coeur il pardonne mais il peut pas oublier et ma tête elle oublie mais sait jamais pardonner entre l`amour et la haine se trouvent les champs-elysees de l`un et de l´autre une melange fâcheux j`aime les jours clares et les nuits obscures comes les gents du cinéma et dans la literature j`explore le néant pour trouver une ouverture oui, je cherche le chemin pour m`enmenner vers le demain non, jamais jamais j`irais me contenter d`être une histoire sans espoire d`arrêter dans les couloirs de l`avenir ecoulé je sais bien que tu pense un jour j`irais regretter les consequênces de la decision que j`ai fait mais je n`ai pas peur de retourner `vec ma petite pochette et mes affaires de toilette et ma nouvelle habitude de fumer des cigarettes et tout ce lourd savoir que j`ai accumuler non, jamais jamais j`irais me contenter d`être une histoire sans espoire d`arrêter dans les couloirs de l`avenir ecoulé non, jamais jamais j`irais me contenter d`être une histoire em forme de poire d`arrêter dans les couloirs de l`avenir ecoulé |
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| 8. |
| 5:17 |
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there's a big house on the mountain
and a garden with a tree there's a husband and some children but they don't belong to me there's a dirtroad to the valley where the horses can run free and a mustang and a driver who can take us to the sea there's a big heat on my balcony and i feel lonely as can be so i walk down to the market shady place through a crack upon the ceiling we have just a scanty light so it won't be too revealing when i dance a waltz for jane my waltz for jane there's a big light in a big sky 'pon a big dream when it comes true this town will never look the same in a big sky 'pon a big dream when it comes true this town will never look the same there's a big light in the sky and i know why it shines on me 'cause my next step is forever and my next turn sets me free a waltz for jane my waltz for jane there's a big light in a big sky 'pon a big dream when it comes true this town will never look the same in a big sky 'pon a big dream when it comes true this town will never look the same |
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| 9. |
| 4:23 |
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| 10. |
| 3:12 |
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in heaven everything is fine
in heaven everything is fine in heaven everything is fine you got your good things and i got mine |
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| 11. |
| 3:39 |
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spoken:
unforgettable - nothing is which may be a curse or may be a bliss one or the other something it'll be someone sometime may look like me love is something love can pass on to another someone (who) has had a much stronger will to hold on to a something that grows cold unforgettable - nothing is which may be a curse or may be a bliss one or the other something it'll be someone sometime may look like me time is something time can pass and that comes close to all that it ever does throughout the year it possibly may make you a gift of the things gone astray love is something love can pass on to another someone (who) has had a much stronger will to hold on to a something that grows cold unforgettable - nothing is which may be a curse or may be a bliss one or the other something it'll be someone sometime may look like me time is something time can pass and that comes close to all that it ever does throughout the year it possibly may make you a gift of the things gone astray spoken: unforgettable - nothing is which may be a curse or may be a bliss one or the other something it'll be someone sometime may look like me |
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| 12. |
| 2:45 |
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| 13. |
| 4:08 |
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sitting on top of a tree
looking down on me - too blue to be looking up to a dream of yours a painting of a room with a million doors the memory of a key in a sea of time the keeper of the tree is no friend of mine falling down i'm falling down sitting on top of the world looking down on you - too blue to be looking up to a dream of mine a painting of a shoe like a porcupine a painting of a wood in the south of france standing by the edge of a new romance i'm falling down isn't it true on days that are blue a light in the heart comes shining through todos contentos y yo tambien there's a word on my lips spelled like: the end flying with the wings of a dove looking down on love - too blue to be looking up to a dream of light a painting of the world but far too bright a picture of your luck that turned it's back a crumpled paper plane has left it's track falling down sitting on top of a cloud looking down on me - too blue to understand the point of that dream of mine the painting of a shoe like a porcupine the painting of a wood in the south of france standing by the edge of a new romance falling down i'm falling down isn't it true on days that are blue a light in the heart comes shining through todos contentos y yo tambien there's a word on my lips spelled like: the end |
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