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Sing, bird of prey; Beauty begins at the foot of you. Do you believe the manner? Gold stainless nail, Torn through the distance of man As they regard the summit. Even Siberia goes through the motions. Hold out and hold up; Hold down the window. Outbound, river, Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly. River running right on over my head. How does she sing? Who holds the ring? And ring and you will find me coming. Cold reigning king, Hold all the secrets from you As they produce the movement. Even Siberia goes through the motions. Hold out and hold up; Hold down the window. Outbound, river, Hold out the morning that comes into view. Bluetail, tailfly. River running right over the outboard, river, Bluetail, tailfly, Luther, in time. Dood'ndoodit, dah, d't-d't-dah. Hold down the window; Hold out the morning that comes into view. Warm side, the tower; Green leaves reveal the heart spoken Khatru. Gold stainless nail, torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit. Cold reigning king, Shelter the women that sing As they produce the movement. River running right on over my head Outboard, river. Bluetail, tailfly, Luther, in time, Suntower, asking, Cover, lover, June cast, moon fast, As one changes, Heart gold, leaver, Soul mark, mover, Christian, changer, Called out, saviour, Moon gate, climber, Turn round, glider. |
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| 11:34 |
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Love comes to you and you follow Lose one on to the Heart of the Sunrise SHARP-DISTANCE How can the wind with its arms all around me Lost on a wave and then after Dream on on to the Heart of the Sunrise SHARP-DISANCE How can the wind with so many around me Lost in the city Lost in their eyes as you hurry by Counting their broken ties they decide Love comes to you and then after Dream on on to the Heart of the Sunrise Lost on a wave but you're dreaming Dream on on to the Heart of the Sunrise SHARP-DISTANCE How can the wind with its arms all around me SHARP-DISTANCE How can the wind with so many around me I feel lost in the city Lost in their eyes as you hurry by Counting their broken ties they decided Straight light moving and removing SHARPNESS of the colour sun shine Straight light searching all the meanings of the song Long last treatment of the telling that Relates to all the words sung Dreamer easy in the chair that really fits you Love comes to you and then after Dream on on to the Heart of the Sunrise SHARP-DISTANCE How can the sun with its arms all around me SHARP-DISTANCE How can the wind with so many around me I feel lost in the city |
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| 4. |
| 14:11 |
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| 9:34 |
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A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream. Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement regained and regarded both the same, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you. Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed. Between the picture of time behind the face of need, Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, Emotion revealed as the ocean maid, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you. Oh. Coins and crosses Turn round tailor, assaulting Never know their fruitless worth; all the mornings of the interest shown, presenting one another to the cord, Cords are broken, All left dying, rediscovered Of the door that turned round, Locked inside the mother earth. To close the cover, all the interest shown, They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you, To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb. Watching the world, watching all of the world, Watching us go by. And you and I climb over the sea to the valley, And you and I reached out for reasons to call. II. Eclipse Anderson/Bruford/Squire Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, Emotion revealed as the ocean maid, As a movement regained and regarded both the same, All complete in the side of seeds of life with you. III. The Preacher the Teacher Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time; Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme. There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify; Political ends, as sad remains, will die. Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you. Ooh, ooh. I listened hard but could not see Life tempo change out and inside me. The preacher trained in all to lose his name; The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same. In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize That the truth of the man maturing in his eyes, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you. Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid, As a moment regained and regarded both the same, Emotion revealed as the ocean maid, A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you. IV. Apocalypse Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire And you and I climb, crossing the shapes of the morning. And you and I reach over the sun for the river. And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement. And you and I called over valleys of endless seas. |
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I’ll be the roundabout The words will make you out ’n’ out And change the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley The music dance and sing They make the children really ring I'll spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see you Ten true summers we’ll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be there with you I will remember you Your silhouette will charge the view Of distance atmosphere Call it morning driving thru the sound and even in the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see you Ten true summers we’ll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be there with you Along the drifting cloud the eagle searching down on the land Catching the swirling wind the sailor sees the rim of the land The eagles dancing wings create as weather spins out of hand Go closer hold the land feel partly no more than grains of sand We stand to lose all time a thousand answers by in our hand Next to your deeper fears we stand Surrounded by a millions years I’ll be the round about The words will make you out ’n’ out I’ll be the round about The words will make you out ’n’ out I’ll be the round about The words will make you out ’n’ out And change the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley In and around the lake Mountains come out of the sky and they stand there One mile over we’ll be there and we’ll see you Ten true summers we’ll be there and laughing too Twenty four before my love you’ll see I’ll be there with you |
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I've seen all good people turn their heads each day
so satisfied I'm on my way I've seen all good people turn their heads each day so satisfied I'm on my way Take a straight and stronger course to the corner of your life Make the white queen run so fast she hasn't got time to make you a wife 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and it's news is captured for the queen to use Move me on to any black square Use me anytime you want Just remember that the goal Is for us to capture all we want, anywhere Don't surround yourself with yourself Move on back two squares Send an instant karma to me Initial it with loving care Don't surround yourself 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and it's news is captured for the queen to use Don't surround yourself with yourself Don't surround yourself with yourself Move on back two squares Send an instant karna to me Send an instant Initial it with loving care karma to me Don't surround yourself 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and it's news is captured for the queen to use 'Cause it's time, it's time in time with your time and it's news is captured for the queen to use |
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| 13:37 |
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| 3. |
| 18:14 |
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A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour. And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one. A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun, And take away the plain in which we move, And choose the course you're running. Down at the edge, round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to the edge, down by a river, Not right away, not right away. Crossed the line around the changes of the summer, Reaching to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind. We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name. Down at the end, round by the corner. Close to the edge, just by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole. II. Total Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand. Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see, As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea. There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river. Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you all the way. As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known. Guessing problems only to deceive the mention, Passing paths that climb halfway into the void. As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain. Down at the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. III. I Get Up, I Get Down Anderson/Howe In her white lace You can clearly see the lady sadly looking. Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up, I get down, I get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late. The eyes of honesty can achieve. How many millions do we deceive each day? [Thru the duty she would coil their said amusement of her story asking only interest could be laid upon the children of her domain] I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. In charge of who is there in charge of me. Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page. How old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above. Ah, ah. Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space, He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race. I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place. On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley, Called to witness cycles only of the past. And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark. Close to the edge, down by the river. Down at the end, round by the corner. Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will pass you by, I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. |
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Yours Is No Disgrace
Anderson/Squire/Howe/Kaye/Bruford Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face. Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race, On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place, If the summer changed to winter, yours is no disgrace. Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are, Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are, Lost in summer, born in winter, travel very far, Lost in losing circumstances, that's just where you are. Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face. Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race, On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place, If the summer changed to winter, yours is no, Yours is no disgrace. Yours is no disgrace. Yours is no disgrace. Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth, Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear. Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face. Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race, On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place, If the summer changed to winter, yours is no, Yours is no disgrace. Yours is no disgrace. Yours is no disgrace. |
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| 10:18 |
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Sister Bluebird flying high above, Shine your wings forward to the sun. Hide the myst'ries of life on your way. Though you've seen them, please don't say a word. What you don't know, I have never heard. Starship Trooper, go sailing on by, Catch my soul, catch the very light. Hide the moment from my eager eye. Though you've seen them, please don't tell a soul. What you can't see, can't be very whole. Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember, The setting up of other roads, to travel on in old accustomed ways. I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughter that, Knew the knowledge of the land, that spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways. Mother life, hold firmly on to me. Catch my knowledge higher than the day. Lose as much as only you can show. Though you've seen them, please don't say a word. What I don't know, I have never shared. II. Disillusion Squire Loneliness is a pow'r that we possess to give or take away forever. All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the facts there shown before you. Take what I say in a diff'rent way and it's easy to say that this is all confusion. As I see a new day in me, I can also show it you and you may follow. Speak to me of summer, long winters longer than time can remember, The setting up of other roads, to travel on in old accustomed ways. I still remember the talks by the water, the proud sons and daughter that, Knew the knowledge of the land, spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways. III: Wurm Howe (Instrumental) |
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