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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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| 2. |
| 2:48 |
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And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the Holy Lamb of God on England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of Fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. |
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| 3. |
| 2:55 |
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Do you want to be an angel,
Do you wanna be an angel Do you wanna be a star Do you wanna play some magic On my guitar Do you wanna be a poet Do you wanna be my string You could be anything Do you wanna be the lover of another undercover You could even be the Man on the moon Do you wanna be the player Do you wanna be the string Let me 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 crystallised Still...you turn me on Do you wanna be the pillow Where I lay my head Do you wanna be the feathers Lying on my bed Do you wanna be the cover Of a magazine Create a scene Every day a little sadder A little madder Someone get me a ladder Do you wanna be the singer Do you wanna 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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| 4. |
| 3:00 | 
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| 5. |
| 5:07 |
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Just a step cried the sad man
Take a look down at the madman Theatre 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 road 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 hallowed 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 Loaded down with your talents Can you still keep your balance Can you live on a knife-edge |
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| 6. |
| 20:42 |
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I. The 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 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 bishops 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. The Battlefield Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children poor. 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. Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly Where the victims of your armies lie, Where the bladed of brass and arrows rein Then there will be very little sorrow, Very little pain. |
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| 7. |
| 4:19 |
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C'est la vie,
Have your leaves all turned to brown. Will you scatter them around you? C'est la vie Do you love and then how am I to know? If you don't let your love show for me. C'est la vie *Oh, C'est la vie, Oh, C'est la vie, Who knows, who cares for we. C'est la vie In the night do you light a lovers fire. Do the ashes desire for you, remain. Like the sea, there's a love too deep to show. Took the storm before my love flowed for you. C'est la vie Like a song, out of time and out of time All I needed was a rhythm for you. C'est la vie Do you give, do you live from day to day? Is there no song I can play for you? C'est la vie |
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| 8. |
| 3:47 |
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| 9. |
| 8:54 |
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I've tried to mend
The love that ended Long ago although we still pretend Our love is surely coming to an end Don't waste the time you've got to love again We tried to lie But you and I Know better than to let each other lie The thought of lying to you makes me cry Counting up the time that's passed us by I've sent this letter hoping it will reach your hand And if it does I hope that you will understand That I must leave in a while And though I smile You know the smile is only there to hide What I'm really feeling deep inside Just a face where I can hang my pride Goodbye... Goodbye... We'll talk of places that we went And times that we have spent Together penniless and free You'll see the day another way And they could put the sunshine for a nighttime where you lay You're love began I don't know when But if you do I know that you'll be happy in the end |
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| 3:12 |
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| 11. |
| 4:49 |
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Everyday I see a new cloud coming
There's one more hole in space Everytime I walk across the street I feel the gas blowing in my face We never learn even deserts burn And all politicians lie They won't do nothin' '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 stuck here Right in the middle We never call the tune They won't do nothin' 'Till we reach high noon Black Moon In the night see the red sky burning There's fire on the mountain Oil slicks on the sea Black Moon is rising How long will it be Just 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 re-direction To find our blue lagoon You know it wouldn't come A moment to soon Black Moon's Ghostly images die |
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| 12. |
| 4:41 |
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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 led 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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| 13. |
| 3:34 |
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They said there'll be snow at Christmas
They said there'll be peace on Earth But instead it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the VIRGIN BIRTH I remember one Christmas morning A winters light and a distant choir And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell AND EYES full of tinsel and fire They sold me a dream of Christmas They sold me a Silent Night And they told me a fairy story 'Till I believed in the Israelite And I believed in Father Christmas And I looked to the sky with excited eyes 'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn And I saw him and through his disguise I wish you a hopeful Christmas I wish you a brave New Year All anguish pain and sadness Leave your heart and let your road be clear They said there'll be snow at Christmas They said there'll be peace on Earth Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell The Christmas we get we deserve |
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