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| 1. |
| 4:47 | 
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Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back Away from the king of hearts so pure In with temptations alluring pour Away from her his compass mass The everglade the bonny lass The actress love that he mistook A siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook A siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need In Hedonisms shaft like look He wears the id the painter mistook And with her flame he'll burn its flesh Burn the freeze transcend the mesh Riders wings you give me back The siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook The siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need |
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| 2. |
| 3:18 |
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Time flies
Time crawls Like an insect Up and down the walls The light pours out of me The light pours out of me The conspiracy Of silence ought To revolutionize My thought The light pours out of me The light pours out of me The cold light of day Pours out of me Leaving me black And so healthy The light pours out of me The light pours out of me It jerks out of me Like blood In this still life Heart beats up love The light pours out of me The light pours out of me |
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| 3. |
| 5:41 |
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I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth Present a fear and laugh at you Leave you lost unsure removed The must I feel to put it right Put an end to naive faith In slick successes avenue The vacuum of save face Direct words can turn lost minds Towards some monster seed Lyrics sung from pretty looks Can on the reader feed Be strong to check and recognise The pretty face is all But being used to sell you songs That never say it all The incident meets the senses The illusions in a mask The sun of a summer afternoon Docility rocks the mask Broken loose from moorings In a flash the swell had passed Towards the beach with unabated speed Confessions of a mask |
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| 4. |
| 4:50 |
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Should the world fail to fall apart
And lock off in a remote sky Ideas can matter too much Can't hear for lack of sleep Breathing in the smoking ruins The rockets in the shadows whispering Singing in the underground Love and the never men Can't hear for lack of sleep Looking for the past Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know There's some use in treating courage As a remote friend Learning what it is to lie Stop crash fall On a leper mass of swelling glass Cleaning up the swamps You are the heart of hearts Wonder dig and try Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye |
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| 5. |
| 6:15 |
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The love of the Never man
Jumps through the blackest heat His imminent green innocent sweet Is blocked and returns The love of the Never man Is blocked and returns The love of the Never man Contains a story he Never being heard Dreaming of a better time to come When better days will mean Being, hearing never sleep The Never man will weep -Never sleep at night The Never man will weep -Never sleep at night Swimming in the idea moat Dreams of better days will come Those re-occurring maybes that - -force the never haze will come The love of the Never man jumps through the blackest heat His eminent innocent sweet His innocent sweet The love of the Never man Can't breath for smoking ruins Third eye glimpses a second thought Is blocked and returns Can't breath for smoking ruins Contains a story he Never being heard When better days will mean- -can't breath for smoking ruins Love of the Never man Jumps through the blackest heat |
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| 6. |
| 5:50 |
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Of course we can see
From the lipstick that's used From even the wig that sits That's all we see of you I've done it among the many who From paint to health Bricka-brack fashion Giving you the talk back Giving you the buzz It's called a feedback It's fierce It's not from above It's fierce Tell my freinds they're all potential They're all potential Godsends I feel that this is me coming You'll never meet me Oh young and pure An inward girl A simple shape and mind A no-mans land A chosen ground A sitting for the sign Sashed and shorn Hallowed be her name Saying 'no I don't want to talk anymore' Is the perogative of the superstar I say no all the time I'm super So are you! say no Tell my friends they're all potential They're all potential Godsends I feel that this is me coming You'll never meet me The message clear For weak and strong He takes no pleasure in your pain The face is distant death Saying 'no I don't want to talk anymore' Is the perogative of the superstar Put yourself on the line Stay super Say you! Say no! Tell my friends they're all potential They're all potential - -Godsends I feel that this is me coming Tell them they'll never meet me |
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| 7. |
| 4:28 |
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How rich is your surface
How much do you care Does your blue heart turn away How deep is that stare Time hints that it's on your side Don't think it's there What's past could be a teaser line Between mind and air Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof I never seem to get the drift When I hear some crowd talk It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter Or the one line track of thought Isolation lies like dread Outcast fears In which they are so so locked Reduced to tears Reduced to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does blue heart turn away As you hit the roof Interviewed your dreams Walked on thin air No time to wonder now As I break through their stare Would they understand If I were to show That their answers burned to ground So I turned to go So I turned to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof |
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| 8. |
| 6:28 |
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Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are With your sunken eyes And your pretty looks Underneath a see through disguise You are desperate for a good hook Desperate for a good hook You try so hard To see what you want The answer is clear Should you see your face In the mirror dear Is that the movement of fear? You are kicking out at them Judging all the time As you criticise the bull You do it just as fine You are the source of what You'd call weird pop Well that's all you've seen That's all you've got Teach him to be happy Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are This is the movement of fear ha |
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| 9. |
| 3:57 |
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The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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| 10. |
| 5:31 |
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Allah'im lutfet ki gitti?imiz her yere bari? goturelim
Bolucu degil bagda?tirici birle?tirici olabilelim Nefret olan yere sevgi, yaralanma olan yere affedicilik Ku?ku olan yere inanc, umitsizlik olan yere umit Karanlik olan yere aydinlik ve uzuntu olan yere Sevinc satici olmayi bize lutfet yarabbi Kusurlari goren degil, kusuru ortenlerden Teselli arayanlardan degil teselli edenlerden Anlayis bekleyenlerden degil, anlayis gosterenlerden Yalniz sevilmeyi isteyenlerden de?il Sevenlerden olmamiza yardim et Yagmur gibi hic bir sey ayirt etmeyip Aktigi her yere canlilik bahsedenlerden Gunes gibi hic bir sey ayirt etmeyip Isigiyla tum varliklari aydinlatanlardan; Toprak gibi hersey ustune bastigi halde Hic bir seyini esirgemeyip Nimetlerini herkese verenlerden olmayi bize lutfet Alan degil, veren ellerin Affedici oldugu icin affedilenlerin Hak ile dogan hak ile yasayan Hak ile olenlerin ve sonsuz yasam da yeniden doganlarin Safina katilmayi bize nasip eyle. Amin |
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| Disc 2 | ||||||
| 1. |
| 5:54 |
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Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
Calling beneath the blockade floor See him turn bedeviled and blacked For the canvas beauty had locked him back Away from the king of hearts so pure In with temptations alluring pour Away from her his compass mass The everglade the bonny lass The actress love that he mistook A siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook A siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need In Hedonisms shaft like look He wears the id the painter mistook And with her flame he'll burn its flesh Burn the freeze transcend the mesh Riders wings you give me back The siren for his aging look The actress love that he mistook The siren love for his aging look Here stands Dorian at her need |
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| 2. |
| 3:17 |
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Time flies
Time crawls Like an insect Up and down the walls The light pours out of me The light pours out of me The conspiracy Of silence ought To revolutionize My thought The light pours out of me The light pours out of me The cold light of day Pours out of me Leaving me black And so healthy The light pours out of me The light pours out of me It jerks out of me Like blood In this still life Heart beats up love The light pours out of me The light pours out of me |
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| 3. |
| 5:15 |
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I could use your gullibility
Distort the painful truth Present a fear and laugh at you Leave you lost unsure removed The must I feel to put it right Put an end to naive faith In slick successes avenue The vacuum of save face Direct words can turn lost minds Towards some monster seed Lyrics sung from pretty looks Can on the reader feed Be strong to check and recognise The pretty face is all But being used to sell you songs That never say it all The incident meets the senses The illusions in a mask The sun of a summer afternoon Docility rocks the mask Broken loose from moorings In a flash the swell had passed Towards the beach with unabated speed Confessions of a mask |
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| 4. |
| 5:06 |
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Should the world fail to fall apart
And lock off in a remote sky Ideas can matter too much Can't hear for lack of sleep Breathing in the smoking ruins The rockets in the shadows whispering Singing in the underground Love and the never men Can't hear for lack of sleep Looking for the past Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know There's some use in treating courage As a remote friend Learning what it is to lie Stop crash fall On a leper mass of swelling glass Cleaning up the swamps You are the heart of hearts Wonder dig and try Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye |
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| 5. |
| 4:53 | 
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| 6. |
| 6:29 |
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The time is coming ripe
We are running fast I see you coming closer Closer to the mask Come closer treat me softly Where can the dreamer be? How far we've come to know How much we've come to see And when I ask you softly Oh what the real men saw As I hit the roof again Oh what the dreamer saw The street still screams The street still screams of garbage thoughts The stain of anxious guys Still we glimpse the faintest note Of some battered somnambulant men Of the desire to know the whys The street still screams Fixed notions fashion them Their rules police the street No chance of Latin way Hold down to crude belief Lassoed in the charges' web Locked inside the nation's pride To boast the red of freedom's move They take the purple side I'm told from day to day Gaol slip from behind We are the guards of our mistakes Off and running blind So the dreamer speaks in time drunk wine Take the coming day If I seem to lag behind Whisper me the way The street still screams |
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| 7. |
| 5:50 |
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How rich is your surface
How much do you care Does your blue heart turn away How deep is that stare Time hints that it's on your side Don't think it's there What's past could be a teaser line Between mind and air Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof I never seem to get the drift When I hear some crowd talk It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter Or the one line track of thought Isolation lies like dread Outcast fears In which they are so so locked Reduced to tears Reduced to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does blue heart turn away As you hit the roof Interviewed your dreams Walked on thin air No time to wonder now As I break through their stare Would they understand If I were to show That their answers burned to ground So I turned to go So I turned to Was it a lie Was it the truth Does your blue heart turn away As you hit the roof |
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| 8. |
| 3:14 |
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Teach him to be happy
Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are With your sunken eyes And your pretty looks Underneath a see through disguise You are desperate for a good hook Desperate for a good hook You try so hard To see what you want The answer is clear Should you see your face In the mirror dear Is that the movement of fear? You are kicking out at them Judging all the time As you criticise the bull You do it just as fine You are the source of what You'd call weird pop Well that's all you've seen That's all you've got Teach him to be happy Teach him some control Teach him what his friends are This is the movement of fear ha |
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| 9. |
| 5:15 |
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The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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| 10. |
| 5:29 |
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Allah'im lutfet ki gitti?imiz her yere bari? goturelim
Bolucu degil bagda?tirici birle?tirici olabilelim Nefret olan yere sevgi, yaralanma olan yere affedicilik Ku?ku olan yere inanc, umitsizlik olan yere umit Karanlik olan yere aydinlik ve uzuntu olan yere Sevinc satici olmayi bize lutfet yarabbi Kusurlari goren degil, kusuru ortenlerden Teselli arayanlardan degil teselli edenlerden Anlayis bekleyenlerden degil, anlayis gosterenlerden Yalniz sevilmeyi isteyenlerden de?il Sevenlerden olmamiza yardim et Yagmur gibi hic bir sey ayirt etmeyip Aktigi her yere canlilik bahsedenlerden Gunes gibi hic bir sey ayirt etmeyip Isigiyla tum varliklari aydinlatanlardan; Toprak gibi hersey ustune bastigi halde Hic bir seyini esirgemeyip Nimetlerini herkese verenlerden olmayi bize lutfet Alan degil, veren ellerin Affedici oldugu icin affedilenlerin Hak ile dogan hak ile yasayan Hak ile olenlerin ve sonsuz yasam da yeniden doganlarin Safina katilmayi bize nasip eyle. Amin |
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| 11. |
| 6:47 |
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Should the world fail to fall apart
And lock off in a remote sky Ideas can matter too much Can't hear for lack of sleep Breathing in the smoking ruins The rockets in the shadows whispering Singing in the underground Love and the never men Can't hear for lack of sleep Looking for the past Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know Try to slip the script Gun the lowest plane Hidden all eyes know There's some use in treating courage As a remote friend Learning what it is to lie Stop crash fall On a leper mass of swelling glass Cleaning up the swamps You are the heart of hearts Wonder dig and try Tear it up and learn to bless the readers eye |
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| 12. |
| 4:48 |
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The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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| 13. |
| 5:50 |
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The girls won't touch me
'Cause I've got a misdirection Living at night isn't helping my complexion The signs all saying it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mama threw me out till I get some pants that fit She just won't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited, always gotta lose Man that send me off Let them take the cure Don't need a cure Need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction Seems I'm a victim of natural selection Meet me on the other side, another direction Don't need a cure Need a final solution |
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| 14. |
| 4:18 |
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The time is coming ripe
We are running fast I see you coming closer Closer to the mask Come closer treat me softly Where can the dreamer be? How far we've come to know How much we've come to see And when I ask you softly Oh what the real men saw As I hit the roof again Oh what the dreamer saw The street still screams The street still screams of garbage thoughts The stain of anxious guys Still we glimpse the faintest note Of some battered somnambulant men Of the desire to know the whys The street still screams Fixed notions fashion them Their rules police the street No chance of Latin way Hold down to crude belief Lassoed in the charges' web Locked inside the nation's pride To boast the red of freedom's move They take the purple side I'm told from day to day Gaol slip from behind We are the guards of our mistakes Off and running blind So the dreamer speaks in time drunk wine Take the coming day If I seem to lag behind Whisper me the way The street still screams |
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