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Didn't anybody see his hand move faster
Than the lightning in his eyes Oh! what a cold surprise the flying horses cried And didn't anybody want to ask the calliope To call the tune The flying horses crooned but did not know The Medicine Man sits on the stage Eats fire and water, earth and air while we all stare The silver blade burns bright And tells us to beware Of mirrored passages that throw a thousand images Of younger days The wheel spins slower as it calls us back to play Round and round now we go Shout your name to the wind As it spins by your side Coloured lights echo as the sound slips on by Could that have been me? |
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Running alone in the crazy city
Look at the face of once were pretty People then wonder what happened To make it that way Listen around you, have you heard? Climb on the back of a silver bird London to L.A. before you can think What to say Stop awhile, take a smile Know that you're living in today Up and down, look around No need to hide yourself away Out in the country's where I'm going Back where the tree of life's still growing Take a free ride where the tide Flows the way of your heart Follow the wild dove where he's flying Out where the sun is never crying Wait at the gate or they'll stop you And blow you apart Stop awhile, take a smile Know that you're living in today Up and down, look around No need to hide yourself away |
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John's vision of armageddon literally closes the album with a bang! The references in the lyric to a stained-glass window ("one great wall of coloured parts") and "the multi-coloured cross left standing through it all" add to the apocalyptic feel of the song, which was a live favourite for many years, particularly in the days of the band's concerts with the orchestra.
Lyrics: The eyes of night march slowly by The last grain falls The kneeling man just sighs Protected by the one great wall Of coloured parts He probes his clouded mind If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day With trembling hands he wipes his eyes He tries to stand But does not feel the need The morning sun shines on The multicoloured cross Left standing through it all If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day |
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Heard a song the other day
About a major out in space And though the song was kind of grey It took me far away Heard the news the other day About a sailor oh so gay And though his policies were grey They took me far away 'Cause I couldn't stand the thought Of being taken in again Have you seen my life, Mr. Groan? Do you know what it's like to be outside? All you have to do is smile to cause a landslide And you do, and you do, Mr. Groan Heard a song just yesterday About a man who sold the world away And though the song was still quite grey It took me far away 'Cause I couldn't stand the thought Of being taken in again Have you seen my life, Mr. Groan? Do you know what it's like to be outside? All you have to do is smile to cause a landslide And you do, and you do, Mr. Groan |
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Negative Earth - Barclay James Harvest
For fifty-five days I've been flying around the world Didn't anybody know, didn't anyone suppose That my life up here was slowly drifting by And all I've got to do is sit and cry The Earth is so clear and it's simply a reach away I just had to laugh today but the news it seemed to say That my life once full was surely running dry I prayed a while but then I had to cry Look in my eyes - I know That man is surely just a man It's no surprise - I know The road is far too long And life too short to carry on For fifty-five days I've been flying around the world Here in syncopated time, while my tangled web of rhyme Dangles aimlessly, time drips slowly by And all I've got to do is sit and cry Look in my eyes - I know That man is surely just a man It's no surprise - I know The road is far too long And life too short to carry on |
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She said, "Why don't you
Come and stay with me Far away from people we know? We could live our lives together Happiness wherever we go" And I will always love her And I will always care And I will always love her Wasn't long before she grew tired of me And the life she thought would redeem All the love she'd thrown away as a child All the things she thought she had seen And I will always love her And I will always care And I will always love her - instrumental break - And I will always love her And I will always care And I will always love her |
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Paper Wings - Barclay James Harvest
His crazy frame against the dawn His hungry leap and ragged fall A suicidal perch is now laid bare To searching eyes and empty stares A fearful silence hits the crowd The air hangs heavy with the sound Of useless wings against the morning sky As paper yields before their eyes Oh, can you see him now? A broken man without a dream Oh, can you hear him now? A futile laugh above the screams |
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For No One - Barclay James Harvest
Please lay down your pistols and your rifles Please lay down your colours and your creeds Please lay down your thoughts of being no-one Concentrate on what you ought to be Then lay down your bullshit and your protests Then lay down your governments of greed Take a look at what lies all around you Then pray God we can live in peace Everyone's a loner 'till he needs a helping hand Everyone is everybody else Everyone's a no-one 'till he wants to make a stand God alone knows how we will survive So please lay down your pistols and your rifles Please lay down your colours and your creeds Please lay down your thoughts of being no-one Concentrate on what you ought to be Everyone's a loner 'till he needs a helping hand Everyone is everybody else Everyone's a no-one 'till he wants to make a stand God alone knows how we will survive |
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MOCKINGBIRD
Rain, sea, surf, sand, clouds and sky Hush now baby, don't you cry There's a mocking bird Singing songs in the trees There's a mocking bird Singing songs Just for you and me Rain, sea, surf, sand, clouds and sky Time will see your tears run dry There's a mocking bird Singing songs in the trees There's a mocking bird Singing songs Just for you and me Rain, sea, surf, sand, clouds and sun Bless the tears of love now gone There's a mocking bird Singing songs in the trees There's a mocking bird Singing songs Singing just for me... |
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