| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:22 | 
|
|||
|
Soldier is turning
See him through white light Running from strangers See you in the valley War upon war Heat upon heat To cut a long story short I lost my mind Sitting on a park bench Years away from fighting To cut a long story short I lost my mind Standing in the dark Oh I was waiting for man to come I am beautiful and clean And so very very young To be standing in the street To be taken by someone Questions questions Give me no answers That's all they ever give me Questions questions Oh look at the strange boy He finds it hard existing To cut a long story short I lost my mind To cut a long story short I lost my... Mi-i-i-i-ind! |
||||||
| 2. |
| 4:53 |
|
|||
|
Reformation
Bleak and tired Western skies Silence crashing with quiet lies Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, Reformation. I saw you running through my dreams Question held me to the scene Your face was wet with perspiration Reformation, Reformation. There's something wrong There's something wrong Man is something that must be overcome Quick, snap, break, crack, complication Reformation, Reformation. I saw you running through my dreams A sun that burst through a cloudy scene Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, Reformation. Bleak and tired Western skies Silence crashing with quiet lies Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, Reformation. |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:05 |
|
|||
|
Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark Centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin Memories oh memories Lay stains upon your heart When lovers dance into the trance You weaved by candlelight Oh I saw a sunrise like never before As mandolin played I cried for more. Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin Waiting in the dark Centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin Incessant sound, incessant sound That stirs the young and pure Incestuous I kiss my hand And play the calling drum. The lover cried into the silk Many years ago Your voice laid comfort down upon His European skin. Oh I saw a sunrise like never before As mandolin played I cried for more. Oh I saw a sunrise like never before As mandolin played I cried for more. Oh I saw a runrise likenever before As mandolin played I cried for more Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin Waiting in the dark Centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin. |
||||||
| 4. |
| 3:56 |
|
|||
|
we're building fires that will burn until morning
the smell of books and hot stone surround us tough is the leather thats strapped to my skin strong are the bonds that we make we feel the steam as it rises around us up from the soil that is cracking its back tough us the leather thats strapped to my skin strong are the bonds that sing work til you're musclebound all night long work til you're musclebound all night long gotta work til you're musclebound all night long gotta work til you're musclebound all night long we're building fires that will burn until morning the smell of books and hot stone surround us tough is the leather thats strapped to my skin strong are the bonds that we make to hear a pulsing from chanter to mountain down through the vein and into the grain strong is the shoulder that moves to the time here is the land it can break work til you're musclebound all night long work til you're musclebound all night long gotta work til you're musclebound all night long gotta work til you're musclebound all night long |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:09 | 
|
|||
| 6. |
| 3:33 |
|
|||
|
Blue sing la lune sing lagoon,
these visions are making me stay, the artist pretending it's art, the question is where do you pay, unpack my case one more time, i'll cancel my train once again, destiny give me a day, erogenous zones win again. Blue sing la lune sing lagoon, these visions are making me stay, the artist pretending it's art, the question is where do you pay, unpack my case one more time, i'll cancel my train once again, destiny give me a day, erogenous zones win again. Blue sing la lune sing lagoon, these visions are making me stay, the artist pretending it's art, the question is where do you, do you pay. |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:36 |
|
|||
| 8. |
| 5:45 |
|
|||
|
We are the night,
we'll tempt you and turn you on. Live in our hearts and play with your man. Oh these are your toys hold them and they'll obey, from blood into life thy still become your toys. This is your game in heaven in your bedroom, your chivalrous knight will save you tonight. They'll look for reasons again and again let them go,let them go let them go. You'll have your reason again and again for letting them go, for letting them go. Oh stand by the wall, wach as they shoot you down, from blood to stone they still become your toys. Your toys, your toys. |
||||||
|
