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We skipped the light fandango
우리는 경쾌한 판당고춤을 추었죠 Turned cartwheels cross the floor 마루를 가로질러 옆으로 재주넘기를 하면서요 I was feeling kind of seasick 난 멀미가 날 것 같았지만 The crowd called out for more 사람들은 더 하라고 떠들어 댔어요 The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away 방안은 마치 천장이 날아갈 듯 더욱 웅성거리고 있었어요 When we called out for another drink 우리가 술을 더 시키자 But the waiter brought a tray 웨이터가 쟁반에 술을 받쳐 왔지요 And so it was later 이미 너무 늦은 시간이었어요 As the miller told his tale 술집주인이 자기의 이야기를 하기 시작하자 That her face at first just ghostly 그저 파리했던 그녀의 얼굴에 turned a whiter shade of pale 더욱 창백한 그림자가 드리워졌지요 She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,’ 그녀는 말했죠 '난 휴가차 집에 와 있어요' though in truth we were at sea 그러나 사실 우리는 바다에 있었죠 so I took her by the looking glass 그래서 난 그녀를 거울앞으로 데려갔죠 and forced her to agree 그리고 동의할것을 강요했어요 saying, ‘You must be the mermaid 이렇게 말하면서요 '넌 분명히 인어야 who took Neptune for a ride.’ 해신을 타고 온...' But she smiled at me so sadly 그러나 그녀는 너무나도 서글픈 미소를 지었어요 that my anger straight way died 그래서 내 분노는 곧 사그러들었죠 And so it was later 이미 너무 늦은 시간이었어요 As the miller told his tale 술집주인이 자기의 이야기를 하기 시작하자 That her face at first just ghostly 그저 파리했던 그녀의 얼굴에 turned a whiter shade of pale 더욱 창백한 그림자가 드리워졌지요 She said there is no reason 그녀는 아무 일도 아니라고 말했지만 And the truth is plain to see 진실은 뻔히 보일정도로 명백했죠 But I wander through my playing cards 그러나 나는 카드게임에만 빠져있었어요 And would not let it be 나는 그녀를 one of the sixteen vestal virgins who are leaving for the coast 해안을 향해 떠나는 열 여섯명의 성녀 중 한 사람이 되도록 둘 수는 없어요 And although my eyes were open 난 눈을 뜨고 있었지만 They might just as well been closed 차라리 감겨져 있었다고 해야겠네요 And so it was later 이미 너무 늦은 시간이었어요 As the miller told his tale 술집주인이 자기의 이야기를 하기 시작하자 That her face at first just ghostly 그저 파리했던 그녀의 얼굴에 turned a whiter shade of pale 더욱 창백한 그림자가 드리워졌지요 And so it was later 이미 너무 늦은 시간이었어요 As the miller told his tale 술집주인이 자기의 이야기를 하기 시작하자 That her face at first just ghostly 그저 파리했던 그녀의 얼굴에 turned a whiter shade of pale 더욱 창백한 그림자가 드리워졌지요 |
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My amazon six-triggered bride
Now searching for a place to hide Still sees the truth quite easily But shrouds all else in mystery While madmen in top hats and tails Impale themselves on six-inch nails And some Arabian also-ran Impersonates a watering can Some Santa Claus-like face of note Entreats my ears to set afloat My feeble sick and weary brain And I am overcome with shame And hide inside my overcoat And hurriedly begin to quote While some Arabian sheikh most grand Impersonates a hot-dog stand The Red Cross ambulance outside Can only mean that I must hide 'Til dusk and finally the night When I will make a hasty flight Across the sea and far away To where the weary exiles stay And some Arabian oil-well Impersonates a padded cell |
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For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)
I'm sore in need of saving grace. Be kind and humour me I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet And grief and laughter, strange but true Although they die, they seldom cry An ode by any other name I know might read more sweet Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat But still in closing, let me say for those too sick, too sick to see though nothing shows, yes, someone knows I wish that one was me |
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Weird goings-on at the county jail
Prisoners reading the sheriffs mail Hes strapped down to a swivel chair Trying to swivel right out of there Pin-striped sweets in cell 15 Convinced his self its all a dream Hes got a pet black tabby cat That carries a gun and wears a stetson hat The door flies open, in strides geek Looking like the front page of newsweek He says to lou in a voice of glee, whats the matter, aint you glad to see me? Lous on the floor cause he cant stand up As green as a leaf in a tea-cup When on to geeks back jumps a stetson-hatted cat Which breaks geeks neck like he was a rat Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! Long gone geek! |
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It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile
And if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear Were I to cry, I'm sure that still they'd never see a tear In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me shining through Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze Whirlpools rage on constantly, I'm not so well these days There must be something somewhere near who sees what's being done The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring Like Maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold And folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caught And maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison In darkness through my being here, away from you The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through Oh, shining through.... |
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Ain't gonna ride that whisky train
Ain't gonna burn up no more flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky train To think that I could be so wrong To be so sick and still go on The way I drink it's been too long Don't see much point in carrying on I'm gonna lose these drinking blues I'm gonna find a girl to make me choose Between lovin' her and drinking booze I'm gonna lose these drinking blues Ain't gonna ride that whisky train I'm tired of burning in the flame Throw away my bottle down the drain Ain't gonna ride that whisky train |
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It was all once bright jewels
And glittering sand The oceans have ravaged And strangled the land Waste fills the temples, Dead daughters are born The presses are empty The editors torn Whose husband was the first to fall? Who died the worst death of them all? How many splinters in each separate band? How many stations in the final hand? Now gather up sea shells, And write down brave words Your prayers are unanswered, Your idols absurd The seaweed and the cobweb, Have rotted your sword Your barricades broken, Your enemies Lord. |
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Simple sister
Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys Take her treats Eat her sweets Scare off all the boys Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to put her out Wear her clothes Steal her bows Tell her that she's stout Simple sister Got whooping cough Lock her in a cell Throw the key Into the sea Hope she never gets well |
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"All hands on deck! We've run afloat!"
I heard the captain cry "Explore the ship! Replace the cook! Let no one leave alive!" Across the straits, around the horn How far can sailors fly? A twisted path, our tortured course And no one left alive We sailed for parts unknown to man Where ships come home to die No lofty peak, nor fortress bold Could match our captain's eye Upon the seventh sea-sick day We made our port of call A sand so white, and sea so blue No mortal place at all We fired the guns and burned the mast And rowed from ship to shore The captain cried, we sailors wept Our tears were tears of joy Now many moons and many Junes Have passed since we made land Salty Dog, the seaman's log Your witness in my own hand |
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This war we are waging is already lost
The cause for the fighting has long been a ghost Malice and habit have now won the day The honours we fought for are lost in the fray Standards and bugles are trod in the dust Wounds have burst open, and corridors rust Once proud and truthful, now humbled and bent Fires which burnt brightly, now energies spent Let down the curtain, and exit the play The crowds have gone home and the cast sailed away Our flowers and feathers as scarring as weapons Our poems and letters have turned to deceptions |
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Bringing home the bacon,
tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling, slobbering, goo-faced, mean Wet-nursed sour purse spot face, blubbering in the cream Emperor baby dumpling, loaded, bloated curse Mighty baby dumpling, stuffing 'til he bursts |
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Who will search for Holy Grail
Past the edge beyond the veil Who will come beyond the light Far from reach beyond all sight Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds blow them down drive them deep beneath the ground Who will live in darkest night Dankest gloom and quietest quiet Buried deep beneath the ground Far from any human sound Who will search for treasure trove Scour the seas and scale the globe Past the peaks beyond the heights Farmost reaches furthest sights Who will share this bitter cup let the wild dogs tear them up let the cold winds blow them down drive them deep beneath the ground |
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It seems as clear as yesterday
We saw it in a dream but dream became insanity an awful gaping scream So sad to see such emptiness So sad to see such tears And heaped up leaves of bitterness turned mouldy down the years Nothing but the truth. Common words in use Hard to find excuse Harder than the truth Like Icarus we flew too high We flew too near the sun They caught us in that awful glare Our hapless throats were strung But just before the final stroke They took us victims of the rope And cast us far beyond the deep To lie in never ending sleep It seems as clear as yesterday They cast us in the deep We lie in darkest night for good Never ending sleep A never ending bitter gloom Whose darkness seldom clears A God forsaken emptiness Which fills our hearts with tears |
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In the centre of the storm
something magic being born When the world is torn apart by the beating of a heart Like a dam about to burst Like a drunkard's crazy thirst In the centre of the storm something magic being born It's the dark hours of the soul when the nightmares take their toll when the shadows come to mock against the ticking of the clock When the demons of the night come like vultures for their bite In the dark hours of the soul when the nightmares take their toll It's the dawning of the day night-time's panic swept away When the clouds which seemed so dark are exchanged for morning's lark When the stars which burnt so bright are exchanged for morning light In the dawning of the day Nightime's panic swept away |
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(brooker / reid)
Zika nor nama ... hesah! Through this hourglass Sands are running fast In deserted plains Kingdoms write their names On these burning sands Kingdoms show their hands In these killing fields Soldiers show their steel The men who play the gods of war They stay behind the guarded door And hostages who seek release They're crying out to keep the peace Holding on... holding on One day we will be free, one day if we're strong Holding on... holding on Through the shadows cast to a brighter day In these fields of stone Far away from home In this vale of tears The men who play the gods of war They stay behind the guarded door Religious leaders teachin' hate Praise the war and call it fate |
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Tell you how the story stands
I'm a victim in your hands Got me pleading on my bended knees That's the way the picture reads It's a horror show It's a body blow And it's gone too far Tell me a reason Well give me a sign Somebody somewhere Throw me a line Somebody down there Looking for blood Off with the horses Into the flood Now you've made a big mistake Spoiled the icing on the wedding cake Killed the goose that laid the golden egg This time babe you're going to have to beg It's a crying shame It's a dying flame And it's gone too far Tell me a reason Give me a sign Somebody somewhere Throw me a line Somebody down there Looking for blood Off with the horses Yeah, into the flood So you pulled the perfect crime Turned the water into wine Got me on my bended knees Now's the time to make me squeeze Came in from the freezing cold Turned the glitter into gold (from the barbican) It's a bloody mess It's a body-blow And it's gone too far |
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They say this fair city has ten thousand souls
Some live in mansions And some live in holes Some eat from silver And some eat from gold Some sift through garbage And sleep in the cold I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream Once we had a country And thought it so fair If you look through the mirror You can still find it there But now our great country Is broken and torn And all of its promise And liberties worn I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream I saw a great plain in winter All covered in snow Ten thousand soldiers That marched to and fro I saw a broken down building With ten thousand doors But none of them open And none of them yours I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream |
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Your multilingual business friend
has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ... Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you’d better take off your homburg ‘cos your overcoat is too long ...반복 Your trouser cuffs are dirty... |
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She wandered through the garden fence
and said, 'I've brought at great expense a potion guaranteed to bring relief from all your suffering.' And though I said, 'You don't exist,' she grasped me firmly by the wrist and threw me down upon my back and strapped me to her torture rack And, without further argument I found my mind was also bent upon a course so devious it only made my torment worse She said, 'I see you cannot speak is it your voice that is too weak? Is it your tongue that is to blame? Maybe you cannot speak for shame. Or has your brain been idle too, and now it will not think for you?' I hastened to make my reply but found that I could only lie And like a fool I believed myself and thought I was somebody else But she could see what I was then and left me on my own again |
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Though I know the night has fallen and the suns sailed out to sea
I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand Caprice, your bugle blew away the cobwebs from my ears And for once I stood quite naked. unashamed, I wept the tears Which I tried to hide inside myself from me, I mean from you But the shame I found too painful and the pain it only grew (Magdalene, my regal zonophone) |
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My Prussian-blue electric clock's
alarm bell rings, it will not stop and I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long road that goes nowhere for some signpost that is not there And even my befuddled brain is shining brightly, quite insane The chandelier is in full swing as gifts for me the three kings bring of myrrh and frankincense, I'm told, and fat old Buddhas carved in gold And though it seems they smile with glee I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite insane Above all else confusion reigns And though I ask no-one explains My eunuch friend has been and gone He said that I must soldier on And though the Ferris wheel spins round my tongue it seems has run aground and croaks as my befuddled brain shines on brightly, quite insane |
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The Devil came from Kansas.
Where he went to I can't say Though I teach I'm not a preacher, And I aim to stay that way There's a monkey riding on my back, Been there for some time He says he knows me very well But he's no friend of mine I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese The Devil came from Kansas. Where he went to I can't say If you really are my brother Then you'd better start to pray For the sins of those departed And the ones about to go There's a dark cloud just above us, Don't tell me 'cos I know I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese No I never came from Kansas, Don't forget to thank the cook Which reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I look For the turning and the signpost And the road which takes you down To that pool inside the forest In whose waters I shall drown I am not a humble pilgrim There's no need to scrape and squeeze And don't beg for silver paper When I'm trying to sell you cheese |
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Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen! Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
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Climbing out of open windows
Crashing down from broken stairs Keeping watch on smoking cinders Falling over burning chairs Tossed and crossed and screwed in transit broken , splintered, bruised and thrown Badly shattered, gale force frighty Rrushed across and shown alone Speech reduced by poor relations Strung from weeks of self abuse Chopped up, churned out weeks of greazy Spark plugs burned up, power's fused |
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Conquistador your stallion stands
in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast has long since lost its sheen and in your death mask face there are no signs which can be seen And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the sea has washed across your face and taken of its fill And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind Conquistador there is no time I must pay my respect and though I came to jeer at you I leave now with regret and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all and though you came with sword held high you did not conquer, only die And though I hoped for something to find I could see no maze to unwind |
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Tonight we sleep on silken sheets
We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On Carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed, and dissipate. It's candlelight and chandelier, It's silver plate and crystal clear. The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Tonight we dine at Hotel Ritz. (A golden dish with every wish ). It's mirrored walls, and velvet drapes, Dry champagne, and bursting grapes. Dover sole, and Oeufs Mornay, Profiteroles and Peach Flambe, The waiters dance on fingertips The nights we dine at Hotel Ritz One more toast to greet the morn The wine and dine have danced till dawn Where's my Continental Bride? We'll Continental slip and slide Early morning pinch and bite - (These French girls always like to fight) It's serenade and Sarabande, The nights we stay at Hotel Grand Les nuits qu'on passe a l'Hotel Grande. |
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Bought a souvenir in London
Got to hide it from my mom Can't declare it at the Customs But I'll have to take it home Tried to keep it confidential But the news is leaking out Got a souvenir in London There's a lot of it about Yes, I found a bit of London I'd like to lose it quick Got to show it to my doctor 'Cause it isn't going to shrink Want to keep it confidential But the truth is leaking out Got a souvenir in London There's a lot of it about |
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Oh the idol, Oh the idol
They knew the monster's every trick They knew his secrets every stitch All of it had been a game Nothing but a charlatan Perhaps there was a chance of coming through It even seemed that he might think it too But he could see no point in diving in He knew that he would neither sink nor swim And so they found he'd nothing left to say Just another idol turned to clay It seemed to them he must know what to do They knew that only he could pull them through They thought that he would make a plan He'd work it out, he'd understand Like drowning men they clutched at every straw They knew that he had saved them all before But he could see no point in diving in He knew that he would neither sink nor swim |
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Psychiatrists and lawyers destroying mankind
Drivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'em blind Bankers and brokers ruling the world Storing the silver and hoarding the gold Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Famine and hardship in true living colour Constant reminders...the plight of our brother Daily starvation our diet of news Fed to the teeth with a barrage of views Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching The weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom Black men and white men, and arabs and jews Causing congestion and filling the queues Fighting for freedom the truth and the word Fighting the war for the end of the world Ain't no use in preachers preaching When they don't know what they're teaching Weakest man be strong as samson When you're being held to ransom |
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While horsemen ride across the green
And Snow White still remains unseen. Pegasus, the winged horse, Relays his messages by Morse. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. While Handel plays his melody Doctors cause uncertainty And though I know the lifeguard's brave There is no one for him to save. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. Cock Robin views his frozen feet And wraps them in a winding sheet And calls out for his favourite drink The Persian that's as warm as mink. And like some pirate sailor We crossed the Spanish Main And brought our magic carpet To a marble staircased plain. |
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Remember when you felt it first?
The bitter taste of love The hand that reached inside your purse The fist inside the glove Remember how it felt to be The only one who cared You peeked behind the open door The bride is always bared You always knew this day would come You lie in bed alone The TV flickers silently A dream in every home (early mixes exist in which Gary sings 'A dream without a home') Remember when you felt it first? When you played kiss and tell The moment that the arrow pierced The pearl inside the shell Remember how good it felt to be? To really come alive You peeked behind the open door The secrets of the hive |
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