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Watcher of the skies, watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own He whom life can no longer surprise Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown Creatures shaped this planet's soil Now their reign has come to end Has life again destroyed life? Do they play elsewhere, do they know More than their childhood games? Maybe the lizard's shed its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead? For now, the lizard's shed it's tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth From life alone to life as one Think not now your journey's done For though your ship be sturdy No mercy has the sea. Will you survive on the ocean of being? Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own |
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Take me where the sun don't shine no more
And the moon echoes where once was light The wind is howling but it has no face I know that we will rise again We will fly from this city of the dead Even if our ship flies a pirate sail Underneath a bruised and broken sky I know that we will rise again There are skies of scarlet and skies of grey I'll keep them in my heart always Like the sea loves the land I know that we will rise again |
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Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath. We'll see our shadow, high in the sky, Dying away in the night. I've sailed the world for seven years, And left all I love behind in tears. Oh, won't you come here, wherever you are, I've been all alone long enough. You, you have your own special way, Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go - Oh no, no, no. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going. Don't ever Don't ever stop. Whose seen the wind not you or I, But when the ship moves she's passing by. Between you and me I really don't think, She knows where she's going at all. You, you have your own special way, Of carrying me twice round the world Never closer to home than the day, The day I started. You, you have your own special way, Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go no, no, no. What mean the dreams night after night. The man in the moon's a blinding light. Won't you come out whoever you are, You've followed me quiet long enough. You, you have your own special way, Of holding my hand, Don't ever let go. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going, Don't ever, Don't ever leave me |
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Sunday at six when they close both the gates
A widowed pair, still sitting there Wonder if they're late for church And it's cold so they fasten their coats And cross the grass, they're always last Passing by the padlocked swings The roundabout still turning Ahead they see a small girl On her way home with a pram Inside the archway The priest greets them with a courteous nod He's close to God Looking back at days of four instead of two Years seem so few Heads bent in prayer For friends not there Leaving twopence on the plate They hurry down the path and through the gate And wait to board the bus That ambles down the street |
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Every day a little harder
Look out boy, you're on your own! Every day a little softer You don't seem to be on your toes It's just a job, swing with the punches Pick up your hands, sting like a bee. Prizefighters heading for home Prizefighters everyone knows. Every day a little slower It's just the sweat in my eyes You don't look the way you used to. Don't drink that water though it tastes nice. On the ropes and in a corner. You've just got to give me one more try Prizefighters heading for home Prizefighters everyone knows Who made the money? I didn't spend it! The dice were loaded once or twice Prizefighters, heading for home Prizefighters, everyone knows |
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Walking along the Camino Royale
The Mississippi sighs Soft in the night when the wind starts to rise And I'm lifted high around the corner So I spin Fast as a ride at the fair Like a snake that flies through the air When I cry enough I'm fired from a gun And thrown through the doors Only the fool learns to get through Only the fool learns to get through Ahead I see candles floating in pails Each placed upon a chair Into a tent where they turn round the bend Through a kitchen leading to a staircase Now I stop Seems that I've been led astray There are no new answers today This road is blocked Only the fool learns to get through Only the fool learns to get through Only the fool learns to get through |
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It's one o'clock and time for lunch - dum dee dum dee dum
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk There's always been Ethel: "Jacob, wake up, you've got to tidy your room now" And then Mr. Lewis: "Isn't it time that he was out on his own" Over the garden wall, two little love birds cuckoo to you Keep them mowing blades sharp... I know what I like And I like what I know Getting better in your wardrobe Stepping one beyond your show Sunday night, Mr. Farmer called, said: "Listen son, you're wasting time There's a future for you in the fire-escape trade Come up to town" But I remembered a voice from the past: "Gambling only pays when you're winning" I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure Keep them mowing blades sharp... I know what I like And I like what I know Getting better in your wardrobe Stepping one beyond your show I know what I like And I like what I know Getting better in your wardrobe Stepping one beyond your show When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk Me, I'm just a lawnmower You can tell me by the way I walk |
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Holy mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top Dirty old mountain all covered in smoke She can turn you to stone so you better start doing it right Better start doing it right You're halfway up and you're halfway down And the pack on your back is turning you around Throw it away, you won't need it up there And remember, you don't look back whatever you do Better start doing it right On your left and on your right Crosses are green and crosses are blue Your friends didn't make it through Out of the night and out of the dark Into the fire and into the fight Well, that's the way the heroes go HO! HO! HO! Through a crack in Mother Earth Blazing hot, the molten rock Spills out over the land And the lava's the lover who licks your boots away HEY! HEY! HEY! If you don't want to boil as well B-B-Better start the dance D-D-Do you want to dance with me You better start doing it right The music's playing, the notes are right Put your left foot first and move into the light The edge of this hill is the edge of the world And if you're going to cross you better start doing it right Better start doing it right You better start doing it right LET THE DANCE BEGIN! |
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