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7:58 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
We all have secret lives
In our secret rooms, Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, When the night is closing down, Sliding into darkness, You could be like me Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? Why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye We all make-up our faces The make-up of the clown, Happy leaving traces, Of our childish background, Pointing at the sky, We can watch the stars You think you're all alone, But you never are... Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? Why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, Sexual divas, We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, Sexual divas, We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye |
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5:12 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
There's a secret that we all share
In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on the bible... Cut the throat of your rival Oh, oh, I've been taking my life in my hand And I'm making new plans, yeah... Now I'm starting my life on my own In the virgin unknown... Hell...Hell no... Oh were do we belong? In this place, where we fight, Oh were do we belong? There's a place in the misty air Not a million miles from here You can make it your own place You can change your own face Oh, oh, I've been taking my life in my hand And I'm making new plans, yeah... Now I'm starting my life on my own In the virgin unknown... Hell...Hell no... Oh were do we belong? In this place, where we fight, Oh were do we belong? Hell...Hell no... Oh were do we belong? In this place, where we fight, Oh were do we belong? If you can't really say what you don't really know, then you don't really know what you can't really say If you can't really say what you don't really know, then you don't really know what you can't really say If you can't really say what you don't really know, then you don't really know what you can't really say If you can't really say what you don't really know, then you don't really know what you can't really say Screaming out hell no Shouting out hell no On his knees shouting hell no Defiant as hell no On the street singing hell no On his knees hell no Still shouting out hell no Screaming Hell no, hell no, one, two, three, four Hell...Hell no... Oh were do we belong? In this place, where we fight, Oh were do we belong? Hell...Hell no... Oh were do we belong? In this place, where we fight, Oh were do we belong? |
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5:02 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
When I was younger I thought
that to kill, or be killed was a thing to be proud of Victim of change, prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck on the end of a rope I don't know... I don't care... Oh, one of the damned Oh, part of the plan Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more Now taking both sides at a time, on the front line You can join in the fear Share in the bloodshed Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun of the warlord you saved From the rusty grave Oh, one of the damned Oh, part of the plan Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more Oh, one of the damned Oh, part of the plan Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more Cry oh, oh, oh, the gods of war They howl and cry for more |
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4:25 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
You can sihl in the desert
With a ship of fools You can smuggle in moses And his book of rules But you can't take mother And give her back her son Hey what kind of freedom Is bought with a gun... People like to build Their own prison walls When they're afraid To look inside a... A 1000 points of light Are the muzzle flashes In the night And the freedoms You profess to hold Won't bring the dead back From the cold... Political speeshes They are lying in the mud Nothing else matters But money and blood Tyranny off freedom Is do what you like There's a world gone crazy Cos it can't say no. |
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4:21 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
There's a sinister game that children play
Hey, hey, hey, hey When they get to the end of each schoolday Hey, hey, hey, hey They spend their lives getting ready for the kill...Ha! Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back Who remembers the names of fallen heroes Hey, hey, Hey, hey Who remembers today to fly their flags Hey, hey, Hey, hey I couldn't say I loved you like I did before...Ha! Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back Laughing in the hiding bush It's the laughing attack The joker is back He's wild in the pack The joker is back Laughing in the hiding gonna kick him in the bush, yeah Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back Laughing in the hiding bush He's wild in the pack Laughing in the hiding bush The joker is back |
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4:58 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
Here I sit, alone at a window
The rain falls down On the class in the cold All my life, I've been waiting for a moment It never came, maybe never will Ah, sometimes I don't know Those days are gone Lord I hide where I just can't say I'm still there, catching your tears As they fall to the ground You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart Trees are bare, the earth it is hard I wait for winter, soft winter and snow Those days are gone Now I hide where I just can't say I'll be there, catching your tears Before they fall to the ground You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart And I know, wherever you go I'll be around, yeah I'll be there, catching your tears Before they fall to the ground, yeah Those days are gone Now I hide where I just can't say I'm still there, watching your tears As they fall to the ground You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart You, you're walking away You couldn't stay You need a change of heart Oh, oh child. You need a change of heart Change of heart Change of heart |
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4:24 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
I've been down
At the crazy house I've been playing With the cat and the mouse I've been down I've been down I've seen the crazy people Running around Shoot all the clowns Shoot 'em down Shoot 'em down Shoot 'em down Welcome to the circus Where I fool around I got the killer smile I'm a killer clown Cover up your face You've been found out You laugh when There's nothing to smile about Shoot shoot Shoot all the clowns Wanna gimme money Well you better get ready I'm a certified friend Of John Paul Getty I'm a fat stargazer I'm an all night raver I'm an anything you wannabe If I can get your sympathy Welcome to the circus I'm a killer clown Welcome to the circus Hey gather round 2 sides to life 2 sides to fun The one who does it And the one who gets done |
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4:29 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
Always let you down
Always fooled around Always stealing your own way Life just seems too short Life lived in the dirt Kicked in the teeth Is what you meant to say Fighting battles, never fired a shot When you step into the fire You're gonna get burned Hide all the money you saved Money won't pay For the trouble you caused Troubles coming back for more Living on the edge A blind man kneels on broken glass Building the bars of his own case Running circles till you drop Hating life until it stops Kicked in the teeth Is what you meant to say Fighting battles, never fired a shot When you step into the fire You're gonna get burned Hide all the money you saved Money won't pay For the trouble you caused Troubles coming back for more When you step into the fire You're gonna get burned Hide all the money you saved Money won't pay For the trouble you caused Troubles coming back for...more Running circles till you drop Hating life until it stops Kicked in the teeth Is what you meant to say Fighting battles, never fired a shot When you step into the fire You're gonna get burned Hide all the money you saved Money won't pay For the trouble you caused Troubles coming back for more Step into the fire You're gonna get burned Hide all the money you saved Money won't pay For the trouble you caused Troubles coming back for more Step into the fire You're gonna get burned Hide all the money you saved Money won't pay For the trouble you caused Troubles coming back for more |
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3:54 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
With a sense of irony everyone you see is chasing their illusion
Take a dive or sink or swim, but in the end you're in the same pollution In your world escape is swift, the nonsense list is all you need to know In the land of dreams, you make the right connections, then you'll be the hero Ecstasy, the cult of me provides our institutions You can live forever besides a grave that stands where people used to function You can join the saviours of our culture, vultures circling overhead my sky Like the sin of gluttony won't set you free, but Betty Ford can help you try You can get all the things you never needed You can sell people crap and make them eat it Where is our John Wayne Where is our sacred cowboys now? Where are the indians on the hill There's no indians left to kill People die with oxygen and all their money can afford a breath People starving everywhere and staring in the face of death Prostitutes and politicians laying in their beds together You can be the saviour of the poor making up the policies to open the back door... You can get all the things you never needed You can sell people crap and make them eat it Where is our John Wayne Where is our sacred cowboys now? Where are the indians on the hill There's no indians left to kill Where is our John Wayne Where is our sacred cowboys now? Where are the indians on the hill There's no indians left to kill You can get all the things you never needed You can sell people crap and make them eat it...EAT IT Where is our John Wayne Where is our sacred cowboys now? Where are the indians on the hill There's no indians left to kill Where is our John Wayne Where is our sacred cowboys now? Where are the indians on the hill There's no indians left to...kill |
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6:24 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - Balls To Picasso (1994)
For too long now
There were secrets in my mind For too long now There were things I should have said In the darkness, I was stumbling for the door To find a reason, to find the time, the place, the hour Waiting for the winter sun, and the cold light of day The misty ghosts of childhood fears The pressure is building and I can't stay away I throw myself into the sea Release the wave, let it wash over me To face the fear, I once believed The tears of the dragon, for you and for me Where I was I had wings that couldn't fly Where I was I had tears I couldn't cry My emotions, frozen in an iced lake I couldn't feel them, until the ice began to break I have no prayer over this, you know I'm afraid The walls I built are crumbling The water is moving, I'm slipping away I throw myself into the sea Release the wave, let it wash over me To face the fear, I once believed The tears of the dragon, for you and for me Slowly I awake Slowly I rise The walls I built are crumbling The water is moving, I'm slipping away I throw myself into the sea Release the wave, let it wash over me To face the fear, I once believed The tears of the dragon, for you and for me I throw myself into the sea Release the wave, let it wash over me To face the fear, I once believed The tears of the dragon, for you and for me... |
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4:44 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
In the darkness, the raven's head
In the courtyard, clothed in fear I see gates that are opening There's only one way out of here Daylight has gone The night has come... See his twisted sons and daughters Writhing slowly in Satan's mire If you only could see the visions The trembling world I now despise As the veil reveals the outer darkness I am sucked into the halls of flame... Arise, awake The king in crimson comes Arise, awake The king in crimson, crimson comes He knows the weakness that you can't fight The stone of night that weighs you down If you only could see the visions His hand is death if you take it now As you scream into the web of silence There is nothing that can save you now. Arise, awake, The king in crimson comes Arise, awake, The king in crimson comes Arise, awake, The king in crimson comes Arise, awake, The king in crimson, crimson comes As you scream into the web of silence There is nothing that can save you now... Arise, awake, The king in crimson comes Arise, awake, The king in crimson comes Arise, awake, The king in crimson comes Arise, awake, The king in crimson, crimson comes To your window I come At your window I come |
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4:06 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
How happy is the human soul
Not enslaved by dull control Left to dream and roam and play Shed the guilt of former days Walking on the foggy shore Watch the waves come rolling home Through the veil of pale moonlight My shadow stretches out its hand... And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day Floating in the endless blue My seed of doubt I leave to you Let it wither on the ground Treat it like a plague you found All my dreams that were outside In living colour, now alive And all the lighthouses Their beams converge to guide me home... And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day |
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4:45 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
There are twelve commandments
There are twelve divisions Twelve are the pagans who have mapped the sky In the outer circle To the inner sanctum From the octave at the end of time The fountain, the trinity The pilgrim is searching for blood (searching for his blood) To look for his own free will The stone of infinity, washed in the flood Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, and the hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide In the atom circle Where we break the stars Hammer into anvil, stuffing out the sun Witness all the killing (killing) See the birth of Mars Our religion thrown into the fire The fountain, the trinity The pilgrim is searching for blood (searching for his blood) To look for his own free will The stone of infinity, washed in the flood Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, the hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, the magician laughs Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, and the priestess kneels (priestess kneels) Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, and the hanged man smiles Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, let the fool decide Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, the priestess kneels to receive Lovers in the tower The moon and sun divided, the magician laughs |
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4:30 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet
So this is dreamtime, and all is night I've never been held by the hand of god Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not? He turned the oil into his blood Panzer divisions burning in in the mud The stain of freedom - he's washed it out Who's rocking the cradle - I have no doubt Sleeping eyes awake To see his hooded gaze Whispers on the wind The darker side of ecstasy... Satan - has left his killing floor Satan - has left his killing floor Satan - hellfires burn no more Satan - has left his killing floor So now it's dreamtime for you tonight So now it's dreamtime, and all is quiet You've never been held by the hand of god Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not? Sleeping eyes awake To see his hooded gaze Whispers on the wind The never-ending breath goodbye... Satan - has left his killing floor Satan - has left his killing floor Satan - his fires burn no more Satan - is coming back for more Satan - has left his killing floor Satan - has left his killing floor |
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8:14 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
The mark is on you now
The furnace sealed inside your head Melting from the inside now Waxy tears run down your face The whore that never told her tale Relives it every night with you Far off stands the lamb and waits For the wolf to come and end its life Stand inside the temple As the book of Thel is opening The priestess stands before you Offering her hand out, she's rising Come the dawning of the dead In famine and in war Now the harlot womb of death Spits out its rotten core Serpent on the altar now Has wrapped itself around your spine So you look into its mouth And you kiss the pearly fangs divine Happy that your end is swift The weeping virgin cries in bliss The snake and priestess, they are one The veil of flesh is ripped undone Stand inside the temple As the book of Thel is opening The priestess stands before you Offering her hand out, she's rising Come the dawning of the dead In famine and in war Now the harlot womb of death Spits out its rotten core By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes And when sleep takes you tonight Will you wake to see the light...? The burning sweat of poison tears The river flowing red with blood The cradle-robbing hand of death Caresses every dreaming head Waiting for the marriage hearse To take you to the funeral pyre So you burn the family tree The generations burning higher Stand inside the temple As the book of Thel is opening The priestess stands before you Offering her hand out, she's rising Come the dawning of the dead In famine and in war Now the harlot womb of death Spits out its rotten core By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes And when sleep takes you tonight Will you wake to see the light By the dawning of the dead... By the dawning of the dead... By the dawning of the dead... By the dawning of the dead... What demon hath formed this abominable void... This soul-shuddering vacuum? Some said it is Urizen - But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret The dark power hid |
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4:25 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
As above, so below
All things come from the one Now you are the victim Carried by the wind, rooted in the ground If you want to learn the secrets Close your eyes... The ladder falls away At the gates of Urizen Fallen eagles blaze At the gates of Urizen Eternal twins are damned At the gates of Urizen Separate lives began... In every woman is a man From the moon come silver ghosts Spectres of the blood From my spirit comes the darkness From the void, the crimson fortress rises... At the gates of Urizen The ladder falls away At the gates of Urizen Fallen eagles blaze At the gates of Urizen Eternal twins are damned At the gates of Urizen Separate lives begin... At the gates of Urizen The ladder falls away At the gates of Urizen Fallen eagles blaze At the gates of Urizen Eternal twins are damned At the gates of Urizen Separate lives begin At the gates...of Urizen... The gates of Urizen... The gates of Urizen... At the gates... |
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6:42 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon England's mountains green? Was the holy lamb of god On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth on our clouded hill? Was Jerusalem built here In England's green and pleasant land? Let it rain Let it rain Wash the scales from my eyes Let it rain Let it rain Let me see again... Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire I shall not sleep till the clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire Let it rain Let it rain Tears of blood fall out of the sky Let it rain Let it rain Wash me clean again... From the frozen waters The king will rise again With two suns in the sky... I shall not cease from mental flight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land Let it rain Let it rain Tears of blood fall out of the sky Let it rain Let it rain Wash me clean again... See the gleaming spires of the citadel The king and queen will dwell In our hearts... Can Jerusalem be rebuilded here In this trivial time, in this land of fear? In Jerusalem, where the grail remains Walk into the light and dissolve the chains Jerusalem... Here is her secret place From hence she comes forth on the churches in delight Here is her cup, filled with its poisons In these horrid veils And here, her scarlet veil, woven in pestilence and war Here is Jerusalem, bound in chains In the dense of Babylon... |
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5:59 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
This is the maze of life
This is the maze of death This is the matrix of eternity The demon never sleeps The demon never lies He beats my heart and leaves no echo... What heavy burden holds me back Every step along the track? Fear that reaches deep inside of me... At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho Avalon's in chains This is the river of space This is the river of time Chase the dragons of infinity Atlas stands and laughs Throws his burden down Rolls the earth in the inferno... Fingers holding onto cracks The howling wind that blows us back Sucked into the grinding wheels of hell... At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain Blow the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the end of the rainbow There the grail remains Sound the trumpets of Jericho Avalon's in chains... As they drag you down In your clothes of lead See the golden light Flashing overhead Mocking you... (hahaha...) Do you know who you are In your robes of skin? How many creatures live inside you? Man is born forever free But is everywhere in chains Trapped inside this earthly prison cell... At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho Avalon's in chains At the trumpets of Jericho There the grail remains At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain... Still the walls remain... Still the walls remain... Still the walls remain... The silence of the tomb The wheel of fortune round Temperance and death Still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain... |
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5:42 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
Bring the toys out for the boys
Let the children make their noise See the monsters in their metal cages Turn the lights down in your soul Cut the power to your heart See the carcass in its dying rages... Machine men - cannibals of rust Machine men - iron bites the dust Machine men - built with feet of clay They say they're coming to sweep you all away... What bitter vampire made you this Gave you life with its deathly kiss Ground your limbs to bloody stew Made a new machine of you Turned a nightmare into day Sucks your breath, takes your life away Beating harder through your veins Someone else's cold remains... Machine men - cannibals of rust Machine men - iron bites the dust Machine men - built with feet of clay Are coming to sweep you all away They're coming to sweep you all away... Machine men - cannibals of rust Machine men - iron bites the dust Machine men - built with feet of clay Are coming to take you all away Machine men - cannibals of rust Machine men - iron bites the dust Machine men - built with feet of clay Are coming to take you all away They're coming to sweep you all away... Away... Iron - in the soul Iron - in the soul Iron - in the soul Iron - in the soul |
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6:03 | ||||
from Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding (1998)
Wash away the blackness with the silver rain
Don't turn away - don't turn away Wash away the blackness with the silver rain Don't turn away - don't try to hide... Sulphurous and burning, spitting out the sun The beginning of creation, of the golden one A window to the west, a blazing star above In Taurus we begin it and the ladder has begun Don't try and blame me for your sins For the sun has burned me black Your hollow lives - this world in which we live I throw it back Four-headed dragon for the four degrees of fire Purify the insane, bring the solution ever higher Bring me all the elements, spread them round my head Bring me mad men's bodies, I will break them all like bread Don't try and blame me for your sins For the sun has burned me black Your hollow lives - this world in which we live I hurl it back Don't try and blame me for your sins For the sun has burned me black Your hollow lives - this world in which we live I throw it back Don't try and blame me for your games Your games are death My world is light - the angels fill my eyes With every breath... And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day And so we lay We lay in the same grave Our chemical wedding day... ... And all this vegetable world appeared on my left foot As a bright sandal, formed immortal of precious stones and gold I stooped down, and bound it on To walk forward through eternity... |