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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
do you mind a question please sir stay
what was life in the olden days long ago before the war. contractors to her majesty's government we were dealers in honest trade there were some mighty queer folk about but most were honest workers and knew their place i was a skilled craftsman mark you the work was hard and the hours they were long ah but there was a maiden and her name was marjorie long black hair she had like a gypsy and the prettiest smile i've ever seen i called her an angel and i was right she was. then there was the war forging a pathway for freedom, using resources we need them though our foes are human beings we stand between them and the life we do condone shipped out to belgium to stop them, plastered and shelled them,but lost ground bombs and rockets,V2's over London city and the world at their command back in Yeadon Marjorie stood beneath a factory i was assured she felt no pain withdrawn from Dunkirk in cruisers, who cares says i we're all losers no one wins both sides the victims of our nature may the future learn back in yeadon marjorie,died beneath the factory a messerschimdt her destiny you who think the rest are wrong and stand so tall and feel so strong please be sure that you yourself are not mistaken for the future won't be long...... |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
if you're going to be a mountain
let me see you thrust your snows in innocence through clouds of doubt that try to keep your reason out in these times of glaciated slaughter. and if your going to be a legend let it be a tale whose telling is a state of mind that's dwelling far beyond the words dark capture to fill the heart alone with rapture in these days of circles. and if you're going to be an island i will be a sailling ship who like a speck at total distance looms beyond your headland breakers till the ocean's mighty plunder bids me seek the gentler shelter of your in land waters have you never seen beyond the moon don't you know that we will be there soon? have you no eyes to see? that you are only me and we are only travellers upon a sea of time trying very hard to make it rhyme. |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
magical mary, she looks like a fairy
and waves her wand around points at an earthmen and says allejujah just look at what i've found. magical mary, she shivers her timbers and lays you on the ground strikes up a rhythm in fifty two tempo and says hey man you're found i gotta come with you i got to come madrigal mistress has seventy sisters and everyone's the same they come with assistance, to break your resistance and man you're brained your likely to wind up maimed i gotta come with you i got to come don't ask me no questions i got to come always the same, i don't know how you do it just a game no matter how you view it always the same you're gonna be alone you're gonna need someone you're gonna find it hard to get yourself a man whose gonna take your hand or even understand just what you're into. mr brain he thought he found salvation using words to try to calm the nation what a shame, he didn't have a notion how to use the lotion gotta spread it thin to give each one a portion gotta make it clear they're gonna get a portion so's they're happy always the same you never seem to falter make a ship you'll have me at the altar never mind, it doesn't matter much because you've got the touch you really got it made you're gonna make the grade and you can try your hand another time around that's if you want to |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
look at the ocean go rolling by slowly
we're on the waves and it's ever so lonely how very strange i should thing that there's something wrong captain's log, the first of june have run into a bad monsoon i'm 54 i've sailed before this is not the sea it's war. grab the rigging, man the sail i do not think we will survive i do not think we will survive cloud in the distance appeared like a mushroom then came the heat and the rage of the ocean we're going down and i don't think i'd rather stay and to those who caused the pain i only hope you will remain i'm going down with what was good i wouldn't stay if i could. |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
though i may whisper words
you don't understand though i'm in need of help you can't lend a hand to be at home in the world to be at home in the world though i may come and go it is not from you that i flow wild though the world may be it's inside of me, inside of me. to be at home in the world to be at home in the world this is all that a man can need cannot you see. though i may act unkind i don't mean to be,honestly it's just that it's hard to see the reality,reality. |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
the first man was a juggler, and his skill was very great
but he said that he was leaving, he said he couldn't wait. the second came with jewels that flickered on his hand and he spoke about tomorrow as if it were another land. a lady caught between them said she should be free but they just looked bewildered, and said "yes so should we". "how on Earth" yelled the author "does the tale make it's sense" "it's alive with the truth but we must have the proof how can we open the door" well the next man had religion, it made him very proud he said he'd found his inner bliss, he said very loud but a group of men surpassed him with science, skills, and speed they hurled down his conceptions and dug up all his weeds. the lady she looked worried, she asked if this was wise "of course it is, it's logic, brains and enterprise". the last man had no number and didn't say a word he didn't even answer them when they said he was absurd they made him sign a treaty to give up all he owned and searched his pockets anxiously to see if he had gold the lady was enchanted and said they ought to see so they charged her with subversion and made her watch T.V. i'm a man with no future with no past or no time and i live by the door lord i live by the door i won't be back no more. we are fighting a losing battle no one is winning no one's beginning we are looking for something that's missing dark all around us darknees surrounding we are on the doorway of knowledge have we the wisdom? have we the wisdom? |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
if you don't like lying in the sun you might as well not be here
what's the point of always working? shut your eyes and let the colours come and blot out all the black and white and dirty grey and damp and dust and dry rot in the roof on the beach we lit a fire, a frenchman gave us wine and whiskey out to sea the britsh navy keeps an eye on foreign shipping to keep us safe from war the hope of which is all that keeps our soldiers sleeping through the night if you don't like lying in the sun you might as well not be here let the sea come in and cover you you will feel a new dimension like sleeping on a feather bed and dreaming of a world in which you do not have to work you suffer, you die, you labour, you cry things will change, time will tell things will change, time will tell in the courtyard children playing in their lives the sun is shinning through they'll all be socialists, humanists they'll all be scientists, atheists egalitarian, vegetarian, internationalists they'll all be mystics, they all be gods they'll all be famous, they'll all be sods things will change, time will tell things will change, time will tell what you want to be you must try to be, you will all be free. |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
here on our road, are gathered we
to see our lives unfolding though others stay we pass away just as the tide goes rolling this is a time of change al parting of the ways though others stay we pass away just as the tide goes rolling and i'll remember you beyond these hopes and these fears that account for the years like the wind in the reeds, i will miss you and i will think of you when the past comes along to remind me what's gone like the wind in the reeds, i will miss you can we go back and start again can we begin where we came in some travellers passed as we stopped for a moment in peace with blood on their fingers they spoke of a cloud in the east. and we were a happy crew, me and you we were a happy crew, me and you. speaking with words we were sure that the truth had been banned we'd buried the martyrs and walked off to work on the land and we were a happy crew, me and you we were a happy crew, you and me. some riders appeared from the sun as it fell with a blaze they passed like the wind and were lost in the dust to the east. and we were a happy crew, me and you we were a happy crew, you and me. |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
I tried so hard, to keep our love alive
To keep you by my side But the winter and my pride Dissolved into the spring Oh love is a very funny thing I'm sure you know And though you lose someone You keep your soul The fresh unfaded green Makes my heart to dream And the April Rain Washes me clean again Of the sorrow that went before Oh love is a very funny thing It lingers on And a part of me Is always he Love is a very funny thing It lingers on And a part of me Is always he |
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from Spirogyra - St. Radigunds (1972)
the duke of beaufoot is not at home today
he's very tiredhe thought he'd go away youwait for him your eyes are on the door you know no other way the duke of beaufoot is very kind to cats keeps them in his cellar to help him catch his rats he's very noble and his lineage is pure but you, you're whore the duke of splendour just wasn't much amused and nor were you you knew you'd been abused if you'd had help you might have buggered up his fuse but alone you're too confused he picked me up i was on the street he made it clear he would use me my parents died, i was three years old i had to make a living close your eyes in a lot of ways i am close to him though he may seem to ignore it i'm sure he cares at least i think he does it's just he's very busy close your eyes here's today, says the telegraph it's the world, it's the world gone away on a phonograph riding high, riding high there's a way says the cenotaph you will find, you will find gone in search of an epitaph running wild, running wild you saw them coming forward asking you to be kind you couldn't face their council they were men full of greed in your position nothing's sacred you have only the wine you stand alone but not alone in your loneliness and yet there must be more i can't believe that all has been in vain if there is, it's be sure of friendship as the hours grow long rest assured that this phase is passing give yourself a chance |
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from Spirogyra - Bells, Boots And Shambles (1973)
Body and matter just flying and turning...
turn on burn, now which can be mainly itself furthest point or just burned by scientific negotiations what's loved mind and lived are easily interchangeable in the hands of physicians perfectly acquainted with all the modern demises so you stand there... being the world there looking at the birds *We are the stars We are the furthest point you can see We are weird... We are...* You'll decide if I should say that once upon a time there was a young man Filled of thoughts of special beauty Living well on hopes with nothing solemn Ah!... Turn away and make a million and gather all you can and make it your own But remember at the end you will look and see that you are nothing but a dead man Ah!... We smile at ourself wide eyed Have you doubted success But you were foolish you were treated such a moment task as the reorganization of electorate history As observing our own oasis for any particular occurrence or not We're living here Occurrence, media, awareness, area, communicating with each atom *Repeat Who can you trust to be your friend in this division when standing in the middle of a noisy bad collision It's always best to stay amused Whether know if we are waiting for a big salvation Someone is gonna stop decay and go with creation Someone is gonna save the world The soul of chaplain, bridges get some source of muddles and smashing broke your able and dragged your track gets in puddles I wonder if it might be me? I know that slap-up... no way need a begun super or no arch build... being just a joke... so lavish clinch We'll in case he'll be alive [3x] You're old, you may be moved You know of things that past and you will think about the sun Your sun when you were young and there was glory |
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from Spirogyra - Bells, Boots And Shambles (1973)
Don't be scared of shadows
Nasty man who look Lots of rotten bullies Pushing you around They will never steal what it means to feel The wonders of being without Where I stand it seems that existence is resistant to despair Now I know my life has not been easy But at least it has been there Sometimes there'll be good times Some folks can be kind But the wind that blows inside us will be blind For this time I have waited for ages All my ages have been dried I've been lost in the swelling of oceans All my notion have been hide Over every mo hill Under every mind For the essence of notion is devotion to will So you see I'm not going to mind it Or define it with degrees Every inch of being is like old time Is the right time to be free |
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from Spirogyra - Bells, Boots And Shambles (1973)
Lights were where I'm burning
The room was filled with men Some playing cards for higher stakes Some looking into telescopes pointed within them Here with me, it's you and me I feel you're on my side Here my space, a trace of lace A face that's here to mine There going back, they've had it They're slipping up on their ends This bush men with eyes of ice A culmination of things that were never inevitable Here my wings, my everything My platform to the sky Here my gem, stop for them Upon the other side I'm caught on a cloud the feeling mortified I'm floating around stranger with no hand The looser with no tie A laughter rings with plenty to joke I never would complain Feet loosing the ground I'm always out of time I always miss the line Doesn't count but oh no no no Why must I always be far away? Go astray, caught like a bubble in the wind oh!... Lay talking away He said that he was mad He told them the truth He said that he had to pay He said that couldn't stay They always choose but oh no no no Why must I always be far away? Go astray, acting like a traitor trapped in time Oh!... _Spiggly Love's so easy, Love's so fine Into our lives the time we always need it No more to strange shadow I feel us make it, Hope we make it over |
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from Spirogyra - Bells, Boots And Shambles (1973)
Love's so easy, Love's so fine
Into our lives the time we always need it No more to strange shadow I feel us make it, Hope we make it over |
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from Spirogyra - Bells, Boots And Shambles (1973)
I asked him to take me upstairs where the music was loud
He said things have changed and consumed, they belonged to the crowd My life's an echo, where do I start the remission to you and the world World sping round, they say the world spings round And I'm alive... And my head spins rounf, I said my head spins round, I've been confined Feeling defying descriptionare troubling me I'm in a vaccum and nameless statistical seed My life's number seeking a factor to triple it's value to three Three times three equals a point where rhere maximize me Three blind mice at an amazing price Come here and see... Here with the swindlers, I never make it, I met a date, My life is useless, Rupert refuses to be my friend We will think of you, think of you Rupert's confided to me, he got a boyfriend, I am out of place Faces keep on changing, nothing is stable I lost the race We won't think of you, think of you |
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from Spirogyra - Bells, Boots And Shambles (1973)
The sergeant says you gotta to turn down the lights
It's the things you keep concealed that make you safe in the night Not the stars The sergeant says that if there's room at the top He'll be sure to let you through to give you the things that you've got If you felt We've been living on hell, oh yeah We've been living on hell, oh yeah The sergeant says that if you're nearing the phone Will you kindly check transmission as the meters have gone Out of phase And I suggest that if you're thinking of her That the best thing you can do is to forget she exists and get on You've been living on hell, oh yeah You've been living on hell She lives in the block of flat She's always on her own I tried to get in touch with her But she's not on the phone and every having you you leave it's never where you are the stars that blow into the night are never very far So I play the game and the darning sake and they never never never never cal tells And I tried my best to get on the test of the never never never never can tells I'm becoming aware, oh yeah I'm becoming aware, oh yeah It seems may well be the last song I write cause I can't touch truch when the words don't seem right well who cares? I'll leave you now with a silent salute to the man dress in armor who have stolen your youth and your charm We've been living on hell, oh yeah We've been living on hell, oh yeah One day I will find a way to save her from her plight It well may take a million years but she will see the light Because I've had enough of feel she go and the never never never never can tells And I'm going back to the human zoo to see if animas are relative of mine to see if animas are relative of mine to see if animas are relative if animals are relatives if animals are relative of mine |
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from Spirogyra - Bells, Boots And Shambles (1973)
I make my days Look out the world
How it loves such a man who could have no place Put on a smile Into the streets How they ache for the smile of the sunny field But still machines they grind the life is hard enough and it has beed before They say you're mad Look out the wealth In the western world For a boy with brains Please come with us We'll buy your soul with the privilege of a chosen few And so machines they grind to life is hard enough that it has been before We came away from the sea there was you, there was me There were rafters We made a home on the land where we found we could stand in sunlight Here we are, Here we are We fought for life in the ground Where we found we can fight for survival All forms of life have been doomed They were bored, ther were sold, ther were smothered Near the end, Near the end Lift is a plight in a jugle fight Must be the turn of the brothers Life is case of strong and weak where the strong will devour the others Born on themselves There is no room anymore Though I love to escape the evation There is no choice anymore We must live together with each other Born in group, born in group If life is a plight in the jungle fight Must be the turn of the brothers If life is case of strong and weak where the strong will devour the others Born on themselves Look at the race I wonder who is winning? I wonder if they know it does not mean a thing Hey look at the pace, stablility is winning but then it doesn't matter to a clown, clown A knight in arms, a knight in darkness as he turns, we are digested a face lit up beyond despair in this voice that was rejected Give it back to shored of Albian where the hills were first abused Give it back to the folk inside your pope Give it back the will to live Strange, recluse, his thought elusive we cheat and with excuses amid the rush of evil forces abusing our resources Coming back the tide that can't be stopped The wheels that always roll Coming back beyond the eyes of greed Coming back inside your soul Near a man whose never feared and the one who is within you the voice you heard before you died as your mind was most receptive Coming back from below through all these years At last I here the bells Coming back with winds that fill the stilts of rags defeat unfolds Coming back the tide that can't be stopped The wheels that always roll Coming back with winds to fill the sails of rags befeat unfold |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
He's go t a gun, he really thing he is something.
You don't have to run, he's got a sub-machine gun. He told his mom he is gonna to join the army Look at your son, he is gonna to be a madman He got a uniform Over the seas he's gonna fight for freedom Waving th flag he's gonna be a her Never afraid he's gonna conquer evil Do as he's told, he'll make a perfect soldier He got a uniform *What she said soldier, for you miss the point son Discipline soldier, for you disappoint me You just do not, You just do not see* Needing the sculpture to hide your lack of brainwork Down it just hurt to have to think your suffering Here I demand there'll be no complications Waving the flag he will be a leadman He got a uniform *Repeat Come in a trembling castle Turn back salvation's dragon All bless all, All..., All... So down into a time where liberty and freedom Have no significance in the current economic crisis |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
Looking I opened wide daring my eyes to find
standing on the edge can we go forward Living in fear of it and yet too near to return Slipping I fell inside Crumbling worlds collide Breaking preconceived that the iedas like match sticks No rock to stand on it, No sure reality world It's so wide, it's so wide, it's so wide Come a little closer to me if you think if you dare Nothing else will matter to me Oh Van Allen's belt Magic is storming in, giving my eyes to you In it lies a message, keep it secret I have no chains for you there are no ties in the world It's so wide,it's so wide, it's so wide |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
Run,run,run,runway
Two days of holiday Today we didn't worry about clothes we wear No more jokes on the old school board No cracks about out hair Janitor George, you cannot see me Janitor George, It's great to be free Hide,hide,hide,hideway Today is scrolled we play Dirty school inspectors will not suspect we're here No more French on the old school bench No mouths behind our ears Janitor George, you cannot see me Janitor George, it's great to be free With life is what you make it And you miss school today Good ol'Smitty and his spouse what you send away We're going round We dare not make a sound To the house of my best friend To shed the tears found The door you left to gasp and She takes out and shows to you the photographs Takes out and shows to you the photographs What the pictures shows is awfully clear to me My friend is older than I, Freeze their eyes so clear to me. But I should runaway and go upstairs and play the final railway Go upstairs and play with my mother railway What goes on at night when there is no one else around Is the strangest part of growing up, that I've yet found The wat-a-doans running deep today at school was real It fail to answer questions about the way I feel May be I were clear,may be I were queer It could be by tomorrow,the answers will be found In these patges are the magazines, the figures left around Late into the night, we would wonder if the dialogue is right We will wonder if the dialogue is right. Wonder if my parents were in about this sort of thing Or am I artificial, has my dad lost his sting Lovely girl lives up the road,she's much older than I I'd really like to know her,if the whole theory I try To see if it is real, to see just how it feels Hush now the boy is sleeping And we don't want to wake him til morning He's larger by day to take back to school that he hates And so let's leave him dreaming Until the morning sun shines through His window, let's leave him dreaming Until the morning let's leave him dreaming Let's leave him dreaming Let's leave him dreaming |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
Stuck in a home
Home for lonely folks Gazing from his window at the snow Where did you go so wrong? You struggled all your life To keep you children warm and safe Make the world a better,world a better place Stuck in a home Home for lonely folks Gazing from his window at the snow Through Two long walls And many years of strive What is the value of a life? Men were old and functioning It's science in control You're better off now wher you are I hope you rest, I hope you rest in peace |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
I'm 21, but gosh I do feel old
Too much concern with these wishing Worry me or hurry me or make me rush I'm really flashed but gosh I do fell bad Completely smashed carrying down at seldom use, I out of blaze, I'm out of touch Rolling over on wings of thunder we're riding out to the sun Airing over on wings of thunder we're bound to make it to sun,sun,sun,sun We will make it to sun Now I'm in love and she has got me hooked but things are rough and totally delirious She takes it all so serious Rolling over on wings of thunder we're riding out to the sun Airing over on wings of thunder we're bound to make it to sun,sun,sun,sun We will make it to sun My head has sweat, it won't stay in one place Confusing lace,I'm liking going here where I find how to taste the pace Rolling over on wings of thunder we're bound to make it sun,sun,sun We will make it to sun |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
World's eyes see for miles onge eyes
*We ain't gonna help you We ain't gonna help, help, help We ain't gonna help you We ain't gonna help, help, help We ain't gonna help you We ain't gonna help, help, help We ain't gonna nail you We ain't gonna nail, nail, nail We ain't gonna help you We ain't gonna help, help, help* We stand deceiveing with only each other and World's Bad Eyes *Repeat i'm not a person by such exploring of you Oh yeah, insane Ah! Ah! ...... La! La! La! Go from this room Leave right away There's nothing here There's nothing here to make you stay It's not so sad You'll find another You'll find someone who needs a home the you can share You're very young, it's time to put away your case Don't forget we were together The True forever I will know that you were there You need to laugh so go to where the light is clear That's for understanding if there's such a thing existing There's a sparkle in your eyes I find it hard to put in words Just take me to the deph of sorrow, bleeding for no more tomorrow hanging on the edge of the moments I can't bare to end And I loved you if you seen me all the time You gotta know we're waiting here You gotta know, You gotta know All things will flow, The shore is water The shore is silenced, I will meet you on this day Nothing will change, There are no changes There's only pages where the book remains the same You fought your time and we will live between these lies That's for understanding if there's such a thing existing There's a sparkle in your eyes I find it hard to put in words And Just take me to the depth of sorrow, bleeding for no more tomorrow hanging on the edge of the moments I can't bare to end And I love you if you beat me on line You gotta know we're waiting here You gotta know, You gotta know |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
The facts of life are very simple
He drops the money settle down There lots of things that may distract you Ignore them, less they do you harm They say a dreamer always stumbles They say a dreamer has to fall Unto the rocks of what is solid Into the arms of what is old Don't let it get you [4X] My eyes are cracked, my body older My thoughts all bent, my seams torn Stood lost in space with no direction when suddenly I heard a clock Don't let it get you[4X] Ah!... What is this point of no returning Where I am standing with my friend There is no basis left for loving There is no star, gonna end Don't let it get you [12X] |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
Just seen the soul
Just on patrol in dairy What they're thinking? Bet they wish they could stay at home Go out drinking in the evenings just've seen the newsprint tonight Violence increasing, an explosion Suddenly a public has end up. Probably suspected someone's cheating Surely you see at the top of the stairs A young mother cries Convinced that her husband lies bleeding Behind while thirty more die See how here eyes glow She's going insane And you tell me And where's the show Who's to blame? The next sunday that too. Will it happen again, again So you think you can get away Hold on brighter for a season discuss the issues from day to day Looking for reasons on paper Surely you see at the side of the road what looks like a bomb Chauffers with children like leaving and dying What have they done See how our eyes glow We're going insane And you tell me, enquires the show Who's to blame? But in the morning You fool, it will happen again, again. Ah! ... |
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from Spirogyra - Old Boot Wine (1972)
There's smoke in the hills and
Dust in the valley They're burning candles Now in Canterbury And there's roads that go east And roads that go west And roads to the sea To see where sea goes fly There was a group who played in the country sang throught the change us Long atmosphere as we finding Ah!...... I see the spartian Murals are calling us And does that mean they thought,too You just not forgot his You should not be longing I'm Going to miss you Oh!..... Ah!..... And you sing by yourself you sing by yourself Lie all the time Here I lie in the dark and you lay in the park With no fear of the stranger We're not frightened We're not frightened you handle your life You conzuer by stride You're all irreceptive You scramble to die Evil look out You're open to changes We're not frightened We're not frightened Ah!..... |
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