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Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sound of salesmen Of salesmen, of salesmen |
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| 6:47 |
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My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law On Sundays I elude the Eyes, And hop the turbine freight To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits Jump to the ground As the turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me, an old machine - For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris, that hides the shining car A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime ... Wind in my hair - Shifting and drifting - Mechanical music - Adrenaline surge - Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots toward me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded At the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle At the fireside ... |
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| 3:45 |
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Our first stop is in Bogota
To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams Golden Acapulco nights Then Morocco, and the East, Fly by morning light We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon We burn the midnight oil The fragrance of Afghanistan Rewards a long day's toil Pulling into Katmandu Smoke rings fill the air Perfumed by a Nepal night The Express gets you there We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the We're on the train to Bangkok Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We only stop for the best |
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| 3:08 |
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And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art Forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the Heart You can be the Captain I will draw the Chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the Heart |
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| 2:34 |
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Ten score years ago, defeat the kingly foe
A wondrous dream came into being Tame the trackless waste, no virgin land left chaste All shining eyes, but never seeing Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear? Watch the cities rise Another ship arrives Earth's melting pot and ever growing Fantastic dreams come true Inventing something new The greatest minds, and never knowing Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear? The guns replace the plow, facades are tarnished now The principles have been betrayed The dreams's gone stale, but still, let hope prevail History's debt won't be repaid Beneath the noble bird Between the proudest words Behind the beauty, cracks appear Once with heads held high They sang out to the sky Why do their shadows bow in fear |
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| 8:46 |
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The clouds prepare for battle
In the dark and brooding silence. Bruised and sullen stormclouds Have the light of day obscured. Looming low and ominous In twilight premature Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture... All at once, the clouds are parted. Light streams down in bright unbroken beams... Follow men's eyes as they look to the skies. The shifting shafts of shining weave the fabric of their dreams... |
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| 1:37 |
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| 4:50 |
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Rush - The Trees(러쉬 - 트리스)
There is unrest in the Forest There is trouble with the trees For the Maples want more sunligh And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the Maples And they're quite convinced they're right They say the Oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light But the Oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made And they wonder why the Maples Can't be happy in their shade? There is trouble in the forest And the creatures all have fled As the Maples scream 'Oppression!' And the Oaks, just shake their heads So the Maples formed a Union And demanded equal rights 'The Oaks are just too greedy We will make them give us light' Now there's no more Oak oppression For they passed a noble law And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet,Axe,And saw. |
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| 12:09 |
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"To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise...." I had heard the whispered tales of immortality The deepest mystery From an ancient book, I took a clue I scaled the frozen mountain tops Of eastern lands unknown Time and Man alone Searching for the lost - Xanadu Xanadu - To stand within the Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste anew the fruits of life The last immortal man To find the sacred river Alf To walk the caves of ice Oh, I will dine on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise A thousand years have come and gone But Time has passed me by Stars stopped in the sky Frozen in an everlasting view Waiting for the world to end Weary of the night Praying for the light Prison of the lost -Xanadu Xanadu- Held within The Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste my bitter triumph As a mad immortal man Nevermore shall I return Escape these caves of ice For I have dined on honey dew And drunk the milk of Paradise |
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| 5:31 |
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There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned - Or the gods are malign" Blame is better to give than receive. You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will There are those who think that They've been dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- They weren't born in Lotus-Land All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet |
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| 4:59 |
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A modern day warrior Mean mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events - The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist - Catch the myth Catch the mystery - Catch the drift The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent - But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness - Catch the wit Catch the spirit - Catch the spit The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you The energy you trade He gets right on to The friction of the day |
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| 3. |
| 9:37 |
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Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get you. Ooh, sit down. I'm comin' out to find you. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! I've been gone so long I've lost count of the years. Well, I sang some sad songs, oh yes, and cried some bad tears. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', finding my way back home. Oh yeah! Yeah, oh yeah! Ooh, said I, I'm comin' back to look for you. Ooh, sit down. I'm goin' by the back door. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! You've done me no right, but you've done me some wrong. Left me lonely each night while I sing my sad song. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', findin' my way back home. I'm comin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm runnin'. Whoa, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, mama. Said I'm runnin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm comin' for you, babe. I said I'm runnin'. Ooh yes, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, babe. I said I'm comin'. Ooh, yeah. I'm findin', I'm findin' my way back home. Well, I've had it for now, livin' on the road. Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah. Findin' my way! |
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