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Felt someone calling me into the howling of the wind. I heard the reflection of a sound echoing through my skin.. and a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on.. through my wild heart.. whispering to me... The Sisters of Avalon...Sisters of Avalon...Sisters of Avalon... She is awakening in dark swells and mystery. Unbridled night mares powerful and running free. You could still her cries reverberating through the trees.. for the trapled flowers, the daughters of eve, The Sisters of Avalon...Sisters of Avalon...Sisters of Avalon... ..They brought her in in a new white dress.. but the stain left an ache on her mother's breast.. now all that's left are the ghostly steps from a distant corridor.. And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me.. through my wild heart.. whispering to me... The Sisters of Avalon...Sisters of Avalon...come on sisters...come on sisters |
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| 2. |
| 3:59 |
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Every day the clock kicks off the beat. Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet. Waits in his platforms for the right train to come. Sipping his coffee another day has begun.. Little Joe got work for minimum wage. Tries to get through another dead beat day. At five a clock he comes home to change, Takes him many hours just to rearrange.. And he works his body just to be somebody. There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream. And he works his body..and he feels somebody.. And the working boy becomes a dancing queen. Every night the DJ kicks off the beat. Little Cleo's jumping just to get up on her feet. Waits in her platforms for the right song to come. Sipping her cocktail another night has begun. And he works his body just to be somebody. There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream. And he works his body..and he feels somebody.. And the working boy becomes a dancing queen. Every morning the clock kicks off the beat. Little Joe struggles jus to get up on his feet. Waits in his platforms for the right train to come... |
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| 3. |
| 4:46 |
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Little baby, on my shoulder
I could fall into your dreams ... Wrap myself up, all around you Till you don't know what it means. Dont lie shrugging your shoulders now like I shouldn't stare. Don't sigh so deep. Are you the kind of man that I hoped you would or wouldn't be ? Maybe baby's gone to sleep ... Maybe baby's gone to sleep. Pull myself a little closer, I could feel your body breath Hear the pulsing of my heartbeat Rhyming rhythms endlessly. If I could catch three wishes from a falling star, One I would keep ... And two I would put on your pillow with a lullaby ... Maybe baby's gone to sleep Maybe baby's gone ... Hold on to a thought at the end of the day ... Someday we'll be watching the clouds as they're drifting away. And you might think about leaving but I'll always stay. Little baby on my shoulder, I could fall into your dreams Wrap yourself up all around me Till you don't know what it means ... I could fall into your dreams ... I could fall into your dreams ... Maybe baby's gone to sleep ... |
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| 4. |
| 5:14 |
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You don't know where you belong
You should be more careful As you follow blindly along ... You just need to belong somehow. Relying on rhetoric ... Not well versed on topics ... Any idea what you're talking about ? Revisions of history Fair well in some company But don't shove that bullshit down my throat You don't know where you belong ... You should be more careful As you follow blindly along ... To find something to swear to ... Till you don't know what's right from wrong You just need to belong somehow. Left suppresses right Right suppresses left So what's the left, and what's right ? You're told what to wear, You're told what to like I'd be nice if you'd think for yourself sometime, But you don't. Now you don't know where you belong ... You should be more careful As you follow blindly along ... Mix sheer hypocrisy with mediocrity You'll play it safe every time - So life turns up empty And you're so dissatisfied Who are you blaming this time ? Don't you know ? |
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| 5. |
| 3:25 |
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Fashon fascists out in droves, some with powder up their nose.. And the money men who had to steal away. Telling stories who they've had. Who's a no count, who looks bad. like you.. like you? No I love to hate you..I love to hate you...I really do. Playing games with peoples lives, change the rules when stakes are high. All the vampires come out at night to play.. Things are different today, that is always what you say. Well maybe so, exceptt for people like you.. like you, like you? No. I love to hate you.. Look around you can't look down. You might miss out on what you think is cool...you fool. I've decided who i am, in this breef experience And if it's worth spending your precious time on me. My friend Mel he could relate, told me once i love to hate. I get so hot the words get stuck.. Stuck like you..like you..like you? No. I love to hate you... It's not just the clothes that you wear, Or the way you do your hair It's just you. |
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| 6. |
| 3:37 |
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Heaven, you say it could be heaven..but i don't really know.. Lovers come and go..when hot gets a little cold. Infatuation is just the great anticipation.. of starring in that picture show.. Lets wait until the credits roll.. when hot gets a little cold I could get carried away but not anymore. What was it i heard you say you love me 'cause i'm strong, I hope that you're not wrong. Heaven, you say it could be heaven, bell i don't really know I'll try not to let it show when hot gets a little cold.. When hot gets a little cold..when hot gets a little cold... |
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| 3:57 |
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Just when everything in order an good, things fall apart. Just when life should be resolving i'm back at the beginnng, And it comes back to the heart.. I'm not really sad..i'm not runningm i'm looking.. Did i tell you i've saved all your letters and cards.. There's just nothing left for me to do here but unhook the stars... Do you remember when i told you all that i could, And it seemed like too much - Well i was living your life hoping you'd never fall.. If i held on tight enough.. And letting go now is like a parsport to anywhere.. With time on my hands i can make a new start.. I just did'nt want to stay here and unhook the stars I just did'nt want to stay here and unhook the stars Don't worry for me it's just i'm inspired Waiting in the wings made me drunk with possibility It rivals my memories... |
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| 8. |
| 4:36 |
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Feel like i'm crawling on my belly, Longing and glad..excited at prospects, humbled and mad. Needy as a baby..I just need a helpin' hand.. Hold me like a cradle with a touch you might understand.. I'm searchin'..I'm searchin'... There i go jumping out of my skin. Wound a little tight. Have to throw these covers down to get some sleep tonight. Tuck my heart in your pocket. My dreams are insecure. I could drink you to the marrow and still cry out for more.. 'cause i'm searching..I'm searching... And sometimes i feel like i'm just flying blind.. And i can't help myself..and i can't stop myself... |
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| 9. |
| 4:52 |
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Say a prayer for all the souls in bloom cut down far too soon.. Under the scarlet moon..under the scarlet moon...say a prayer.. So, what are you weaving there marionette keepin' your balance by a siggle thread.. Keepin' your heart strings tight and pure all you can muster And nothing more, and nothing more Until you're sore and still you're sore when do you soar... Sometimes justice is the line you walk or sign.. But justice is complex and a matter of time Sometimes it's hanging in the balance or dancing in the shadow like a silhouette So what are you weaving there marionette..so what are you weaving there marionette.. Say a prayer for all the souls in bloom cut down far too soon.. Under the scarlet moon..under the scarlet moon...say a prayer.. Some people get a sadness so long they just go on thinking it's a natural thing Some people throw their hands in the sky and they wonder why god don't reply Well it's a strange, strange time all our friends dropping like flies Everything that's come to pass all the time we thought would last Well i'll just button my coat and cover my neck I got barely enough time to catch my breath.. All these pictures i can't forget.. It can fill your cup with regret.. it can fill your cup with regret.. Say a prayer, for all the souls in bloom Say a prayer.. say a prayer... |
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| 4:44 |
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Over land and over sea She reaches out to me Weaving and threading the loom From womb to womb Slaves and merchants Pilgrims and thieves Felt her hand and charted skys By following her moon Mother.. Mother.. Mother... Some came and built with stone and bone Some planted fields on promised land And harvested their dreams, then disappeared As generations lose their memory I'll try and remind my heart.. And hope that it will set me free Mother.. Mother.. Mother... Condemning my true nature I stood outside of myself.. outside of myself Conditioning is what made me Lose sight of myself.. lose sight of myself ..Lose sight Ravens cry out, tides pull in Somehow she replenishes..giving birth again Mother.. Mother.. Mother... |
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| 11. |
| 3:39 |
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Sometimes i'm afraid when you go Sometimes i'm afraid when you come home Underneath it all.. I think i'm afraid when there's nothing wrong But if i was fearless.. Could i be your reckless friend And if i was helpless.. Could you be the one comes rushing in There's something that i never told When find myself slipping off my pedastal I'm a fierce believer afraid to fall But if i was fearless.. Could i be your reckless friend And if i was helpless.. Could you be the one comes rushing in Sometimes i'm afraid of the dark I can't find the light in my heart I can see my hand pushing away hard as i can But if i was fearless.. Could i be your reckless friend And if i was helpless.. Could you be the one comes rushing in Sometimes i'm afraid when you go... |
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| 3:35 |
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I met a woman at the laundry mat She left her sock in my dryer I met a woman in a yellow cap It said brimstone and fire I said is this luck? with just a glance She smiled, and i rhought, is this a sign? From above or below?.. oh no..brimstone.. Brimstone and fire... The next week at the cinema She put her hand on my shoulder She almost kissed me walking home And i did'nt even scold her Then i said where's this leading with just a heavy sigh I quickened my pace and she was following As if her heart would never tire Brimstone and fire, brimstone and fire... Now we have dinner every saturday I make spaghetti, she brings cake I make spaghetti with tomato sauce Because thats all i can make And when she lights the candles I think, here we go But it's so pleasant after all And i say very low Don't forget to light the fire Brimstone and fire Brimstone and fire Brimstone and fire |
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| 13. |
| 0:24 | 
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