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| 2. |
| 4:24 | 
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I was visited by the power and the glory I was visited by a majestic hymn Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky electricity flowing through my veins I was captured by a larger moment I was seized by divinity's hot breath Gorged like a lion on experience powerful from life (I wanted all of it, all of it, all of it) All of it (Not just some of it, all of it, all of it) All of it I saw a man turn into a bird I saw a bird turn into a tiger I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes in the jungles of the Amazon I saw a man put a redhot needle through his eye turn into a crow and fly through the trees Swallow hot coals and breathe out flames and I wanted this to happen to me (I wanted all of it, all of it, all of it) All of it (All of it, all of it, all of it) Not some of it We saw the moon vanish into his pocket we saw the stars disappear from sight We saw him walk across water into the sun while bathed in eternal light We spewed out questions waiting for answers creating legends, religions and myths Books, stories, movies and plays all trying to explain this (I wanted all of it, oh, all of it) All of it (All of it, oh, all of it) Not some of it I saw a great man turn into a little child the cancer reduce him to dust His voice growing weak as he fought for his life with a bravery few men know I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs trying to stop the cancerous spread And it made me think of ";Leda And The Swan"; and gold being made from lead The same power that burned Hiroshima causing three legged babies and death Shrunk to th |
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| 3. |
| 6:23 |
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Magician, Magician take me upon your wings, and gently roll the clouds away I'm sorry, so sorry I have no incantations only words to help sweep me away I want some magic to sweep me away I want some magic to sweep me away I want to count to five turn around and find myself gone Fly through the storm and wake up in the calm Release me from this body from this bulk that moves beside me Let me leave this body far away I'm sick of looking at me I hate this painful body that disease has slowly worm away Magician take my spirit inside I'm young and vital Inside I'm alive, please take me away So many things to do, it's too early for my life to be ending For this body, to simply rot away I want some magic to keep me alive I want a miracle, I don't want to die I'm afraid that if I go to sleep I'll never wake I'll no longer exist I'll close my eyes and disappear and float into the mist Somebody, please hear me my hand can't hold a cup of coffee My fingers are weak, things just fall away Inside I'm young and pretty too many things unfinished My very breath taken away Doctor you're no magician and I am no believer I need more than faith can give me now I want to believe in miracles not just belief in numbers I need some magic to take me away I want some magic to sweep me away I want some magic to sweep me away Visit on this starlit night replace the stars the moon the light, the sun's gone Fly me through this storm and wake up in the calm I fly right through this storm and I wake, up, in, the, calm-a |
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| 3:42 |
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I see The Sword of Damocles is right above your head They're trying a new treatment to get you out of bed But radiation kills both bad and good it can not differentiate So to cure you they must kill you the Sword of Damocles hangs above your head Now I have seen lots of peoples die from car crashes or drugs Last night on 33rd st. I saw a kid get hit by a bus Bus this drawn out torture over which part of you lives is very hard to take To cure you they must kill you the Sword of Damocles above your head That mix of morphine and dexedrine we use it on the street It kills the pain and keeps you up your very soul to keep But this guessing game has its own rules the good don't always win And might makes right the Sword of Damocles is hanging above your head It seems everything's done that must be done from over here though things don't seem fair But there are things that we can't know maybe there's something over there Some other world that we don't know about I know you hate that mystic shit It's just another way of seeing the Sword of Damocles above your head |
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| 5. |
| 4:26 |
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Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight Sitting on a hard chair this moment won't wait Listening to the speakers they're talking about you Look at all the people all the people you knew Sitting with my back straight it becomes hard to hear Some people are crying it becomes hard to hear I don't think you'd have liked it you would have made a joke You would have made it easier you'd say ";tomorrow I'm smoke"; Sitting on a hard chair how far we have come Trying hard to listen to your friends who have come Some of them are famous and some are just like me Trying hard to listen trying hard to see Sitting in a hard chair it's over time to stand Some people are crying I turn to grab your hand It's your daughter saying thank you, You, you would have made a joke ";Isn't this something,"; you say, ";tomorrow I'm smoke"; |
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| 2:54 |
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Well the coal-black sea waits for me-me-me the coal-black sea waits forever The waves hit the shore, crying more-more-more but the coal-black sea waits forever The tornados come up the coast they run hurricanes rip the sky forever Through the weathers change, the sea remains the same the coal-black sea waits forever There are ashes split through collective guilt people rest at sea forever Since they burnt you up, collect you in a cup for you the coal-black sea has no terror Will your ashes float like some foreign boat or will they sink absorbed forever Will the Atlantic Coast, have its final boast nothing else contained you ever Now the coal-black sea waits for me-me-me the coal-black sea waits forever When I leave this joint at some further point the same coal-black sea will it be waiting |
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| 5:10 |
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If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you If I try hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak I picture myself in your room by the chair you're smoking a cigarette If I close my eyes I can see your face you're saying, |
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| 3:15 |
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It must be nice to be steady, it must be nice to be firm it must be nice never to move off the mark It must be nice to be dependable and never let anyone down it must be great to be all the things you're not It must be great to be all the things that I'm not I see you in the hospital your humor is intact I'm embarrassed by the strength I seem to lack If I was in your shoes, so strange that I'm not I'd fold up in a minute and a half I'd fold up in a minute and a half And I didn't get a chance to say goodbye No - I didn't get a chance to say goodbye It must be nice to be normal it must be nice to be cold it must be nice not to have to go oh up or down But me I'm all emotional no matter how I try you're gone and I'm still here alive You're gone and I'm still here alive And I didn't get a chance to say goodbye No - I didn't get a chance to say goodbye There are things we say we wish we knew and in fact we never do but I'd wish I'd known that you were going to die Then I wouldn't feel so stupid, such a fool that I didn't call and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye I didn't get a chance to say goodbye No there's no logic to this - who's picked to stay or go if you think too hard it only makes you mad But your optimism made me think you really had it beat so I didn't get a chance to say goodbye I didn't get a chance to say goodbye No - I didn't get a chance to say goodbye I didn't get a chance to say goodbye |
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| 9. |
| 4:27 |
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I wish I was the warrior king in every language that I speak Lord over all that I survey and all that I see I keep Power omnipresent undiminished uncontrolled With a message violent fury at the center of my soul I wish I was a warrior king inscrutable benign With a faceless charging power always at my command Footsteps so heavy that the world shakes my rage instilling fear, ah, ha Yet cautious firm but fair and good the perfect Warrior King I wish I installed angles in every subject's house Agents of my goodness no one would be without A steak on every plate a car for every house And if you ever crossed me I'd have your eyes put out You don't exist without me without me you don't exist And if logic won't convinced you then there's always this I'm bigger, smarter, stronger, tough yet sensitive and kind And though I could crush you like a bug it will never cross my mind It wouldn't cross my mind to your neck or rip out your vicious tongue It wouldn't cross my mind to snap your leg like a twig or squash you like some slug You are a violent messenger and I'm not above your taunts And if you hit me you know I'll kill you because I'm the Warrior King |
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| 5:29 |
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Looking in the mirror Harry didn't like what he saw The cheeks of his mother, the eyes of his father As each day crashed around him the future stood revealed He was turning into his parents The final disappointment Stepping out of the shower Harry stared at himself His hairline receding, the slight overbite He picked up the razor to begin his shaving and thought - - Oh, I wish I was different I wish I was stronger I wish I was thinner I wish I didn't have this nose These ears that stick out remind me of my father and I don't want to be reminded at all The final disappointment Harry looked in the mirror thinking of Vincent van Gogh and with a quick swipe lopped off his nose And happy with that he made a slice where his chin was He'd always wanted a dimple The end of all illusion Then peering down straight between his legs Harry thought of the range of possibilities A new face, a new life, no memories of the past and slit his throat from ear to ear Harry woke up with a cough the stitches made him wince A doctor smiled at him from somewhere across the room Son, we saved your life but you'll never look the same And when he heard that Harry had to laugh And when he heard that Harry had to laugh Although it hurt Harry had to laugh The final disappointment |
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| 4:19 |
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Well you covered your tracks and now I can't see you you had your ashes scattered at sea There's no grave to visit, no tombstone to look at you were in the New York Times obituary There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie some photographs and memories Sometimes I dial your phone number by mistake and this is what I hear This is no longer a working number, baby please redial your call This is no longer a working number your party doesn't live here anymore This is no longer a working number if you still require help Stay on the line and an operator will try to bail you out I knew I should have seen you that Thursday I knew I shouldn't have left But you sounded so good, your spirits so up I thought I'd see you next week I say over and over if I had half a brain if I had half a brain in my head I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong number and listening to what some recording said This is no longer a working number please redial your call This is no longer a working number your party doesn't live here anymore This is no longer a working number well, if you still require help Stay on the line and an operator will try to bail you out I knew I should have written, written things down I always say I'll never forget Who can forget a one-eyed pilot who's a concert pianist, ah A painter, a poet, songwriter supreme my friends are blending in my head They're melting into one great spirit and that spirit isn't dead Now I may not remember everything that you said but I remember all the sings you've done And not a day goes by not an hour when I don't try to be like you You were |
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| 12. |
| 2:57 |
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I was visited by the power and the glory I was visited by a majestic hymn Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky electricity flowing through my veins I was captured by a larger moment I was seized by divinity's hot breath Gorged like a lion on experience powerful from life I wanted all of it, all of it all of it, not some of it All of it, all of it not just some of it, but all of it I saw a man turn into a bird I saw a bird turn into a tiger I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes in the jungles of the Amazon I saw a man put a redhot needle through his eye turn into a crow and fly through the trees Swallow hot coals and breathe out flames and I wanted this to happen to me oh, I wanted this to happen to me I wanted all of it, all of it all of it, not some of it All of it, all of it not just some of it, but all of it cancer reduce him to dust We saw the moon vanish into his pocket we saw the stars disappear from sight We saw him walk across water into the sun while bathed in eternal light We spewed out questions waiting for answers creating legends, religions and myths Books, stories, movies and plays all trying to explain this I wanted all of it, all of it all of it, not some of it All of it, all of it not just some of it, but all of it I saw a great man turn into a little child the cancer reduce him to dust His voice growing weak as he fought for his life with a bravery stronger than lust I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs trying to stop the cancerous spread And it made me think of ";Leda And The Swan"; and |
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| 6:40 |
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When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble you pass through a maze of self doubt When you pass through humble, the lights can blind you some people never figure that out You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt you pass through an ever present past And it's best not to wait for luck to save you pass through the fire to the light Pass through the fire to the light pass through the fire to the light It's best not to wait for luck to save you pass through the fire to the light As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving there are things you have to throw out That caustic dread inside your head will never help you out You have to be very strong, 'cause you'll start from zero over and over again And as the smoke clears there's an all consuming fire lying straight ahead Lying straight ahead lying straight ahead As the smoke clears there's an all consuming fire lying straight ahead They say no one person can do it all but you want to in your head But you can't be Shakespeare and you can't be Joyce so what is left instead You're stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you you have to start at the beginning again And just this moment this wonderful fire started up again When you pass through humble, when you pass through sickly when you pass through I'm better than you all When you pass through anger and self deprecation and have the strength to acknowledge it all When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic that let you survive your own war You find that that fire is passion and there's a door up ahead not a wall A |
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