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ASTRONOMY DOMINE
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Lime and limpid green, a second scene
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A fight between the blue you once knew
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Floating down, the sound resounds
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Around the icy waters underground
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Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania
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Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten
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Lime and limpid green, a second scene
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A fight between the blue you once knew
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Floating down, the sound resounds
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Around the icy waters underground
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Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania
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Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten
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Blinding signs flap,
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Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.
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Stairway scare Dan Dare who's there?
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Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
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The icy waters under
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Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
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The icy waters underground
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LUCIFER SAM
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Lucifer Sam, siam cat
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Always sitting by your side
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Always by your side
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That cat's something I can't explain
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Ginger, ginger you're a witch
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You're the left side
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He's the right side
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That cat's something I can't explain
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Lucifer go to sea
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Be a hip cat, be a ship's cat
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Somewhere, anywhere
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That cat's something I can't explain
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At night prowling sifting sand
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Hiding around on the ground
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He'll be found when you're around
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That cat's something I can't explain MATILDA MOTHER
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Ther was a king who ruled the land
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His majesty was in command
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With silver eyes the scarlet eagle
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Showers silver on the people
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Oh Mother, tell me more
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Why'd ya have to leave me there
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Hanging in my _____________
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Waiting
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You only have to read the lines
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____________ black and everything shines
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Across the stream with wooden shoes
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With bells to tell the king the news
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A thousand misty riders glide
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____________ once upon a time
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Wandering and dreaming
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The words have different meaning
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yes they did
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For all the time spent in that room
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The doll's house, darkness, old perfume
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And fairy sories held me high on clouds
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Of sunlight floating by
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Oh Mother, tell me more
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Tell me more
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Aaaaaaaah
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Aaaaaaaah
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Aaaaaaaah FLAMING
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Alone in the clouds all blue
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Lying on an eiderdown
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Yippee! You can't see me
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But I can you
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Lazing in the foggy dew
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Sitting on a unicorn
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No fair, you can't hear me
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But I can you
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Watching buttercups cup the light
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Sleeping on a dandelion
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Too much, I won't touch you
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But then I might
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Screaming through the starlit sky
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Travelling by telephone
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Hey ho, here we go
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Ever so high
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Alone in the clouds all blue
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Lying on an eiderdown
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Yippee! You can't see me
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But I can you TAKE UP THY STETHOSCOPE AND WALK
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I'm in bed
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_________________
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Gold is lead
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Choke on bread
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Underfed
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Gold is lead
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Jesus bled
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Pain is red
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________________
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_________ greasy spoon
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_________ june bloom
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Music seems to help the pain
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Seems to _________ the brain
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Doctor kindly tell your wife that
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I'm alive - flowers thrive - realize - realize
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Reali ------------ ze
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THE GNOME
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I want to tell you a story
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About a little man
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If I can
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A gnome named Grimble Crumble
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And little gnomes stay in their homes
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Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine
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He waore a scarlet tunic,
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A blue green hood,
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It looked quite good
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He had a big adventure
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Amidst the grass
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Fresh air at last
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Wining, dining, biding his time
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And then one day - hooray!
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Another way for gnomes to say
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Oooooooooomlay
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Look at the sky, look at the river
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Isn't it good
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Look at the sky, look at the river
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Isn't it good
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Winding, finding places to go
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And then one day - hooray!
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Another way for gnomes to say
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Oooooooooomlay
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Ooooooooooooooomlay CHAPTER 24
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A movement is accomplished in six stages
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And the seventh brings return
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The seven is the number of the young light
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It forms when darkness is increased by one
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Change returns success
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Going and coming without a look
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Action brings good fortune
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Sunset
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The time is with the month of winter solstice
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When the change is due to come
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Thunder in the other course of heaven
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Things cannot be destroyed once and for all
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Change returns success
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Going and coming without a look
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Action brings good fortune
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Sunset, sunrise
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A movement is accomplished in six stages
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And the seventh brings return
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The seven is the number of the young light
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It forms when darkness is increased by one
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Change returns success
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Going and coming without a look
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Action brings good fortune
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Sunset, sunrise THE SCARECROW
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The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
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Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere
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He didn't care
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He stood in a field where holly grows
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His head did no thinking
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His arms didn't move except when the wind cut up
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_________________ spun around on the ground
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He stood in a field where holly grows
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The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
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But now he's resigned to his fate
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`cause life's not unkind - he doesn't mind
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He stood in a field where holly grows BIKE
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I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
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It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
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Things to make it look good.
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I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
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You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
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I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
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I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
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There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
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I've had it for months.
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If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
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You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
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I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
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I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
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I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
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He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
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You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
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I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
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I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
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Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
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Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
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You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
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I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
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I know a room full of musical tunes.
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Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
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Let's go into the other room and make them work.
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LET THERE BE MORE LIGHT
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Far, far, far away - way
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People heard him say - say
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I will find a way - way
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There will come a day - day
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Something will be done
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Then at last the mighty ship
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Descending on a point of flame
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Made contact with the human race
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*And melted hearts*
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Now, now, now is the time - time
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Time to be - be - be aware
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_________ father saw him there and
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Knew the road revealed to him
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The living soul of __________
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Oh my, something in my eye - eye
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Something in the sky - sky
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Waiting there for me
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The _____________ back
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The service men were heard to sigh
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For there revealed in glowing robes
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Was Lucy in the sky
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_____________ did you ever know - know
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Never ever will they _____________
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Flying in his cosmic art
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And glowing slightly from his toes
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_____________________ REMEMBER A DAY
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Remember a day before today
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A day when you were you young
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Free to play alone with time
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Evening never came
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Sing a song that can't be sung
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Without the morning's kiss
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Queen - you shall be it if you wish
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Look for your king
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Why can't we play today
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Why can't we stay that way
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Climb your favorite apple tree
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Try to catch the sun
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Hide from your little brother's gun
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Dream yourself away
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Why can't we reach the sun
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Why can't we blow the years away
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Blow away
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Blow away
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Remember
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Remember SET THE CONTROLS FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN
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Little by little the night turns around
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Counting the leaves which tremble and turn
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Lotus's lean on each other in union
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Over the hills where a swallow is resting
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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Over the mountain watching the watcher
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Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine
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Morning to birth is born into shadow
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Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading)
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Who is the man who arrives at the wall?
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Making the shape of his questions at asking
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Thinking the sun will fall in the evening
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Will he remember the lesson of giving?
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading)
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CORPORAL CLEGG
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Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg
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He won it in the war in 1944
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Corporal Clegg had a medal too
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In orange, red, and blue
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He found it in the zoo
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Dear, dear were they really sad for me
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Dear, dear will they really laugh at me
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Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
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Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin
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Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain
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He's never been the same
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No one is to blame
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Corporal Clegg recieved his medal in a dream
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From her majesty the queen
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His boots were very clean
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Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him
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Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin SEE-SAW
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Marigolds are very much in love, but he doesn't mind
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Picking up his sister, he makes his way into the seas or
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land
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All the way she smiles
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She goes up while he goes down, down
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Sits on a stick in the river
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Laughter in his sleep
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Sister's throwing stones, hoping for a hit
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He doesn't know so then
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She goes up while he goes down, down
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Another time, another day
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A brother's way to leave
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Another time, another day
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She'll be selling plastic flowers on a Sunday afternoon
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Picking up weeds, she hasn't got the time to care
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All can see he's not there
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She grows up for another man, and he's down
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Another time, another day
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A brother's way to leave
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Another time, another day
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Another time, another day
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A brother's way to leave
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JUGBAND BLUES
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It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
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And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear
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That I'm not here
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And I never knew we could be so thick
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And I never knew we could be so blue
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And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
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And brought me here instead dressed in red
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And I'm wondering who could be writing this song
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I don't care if the sun don't shine
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And I don't care if nothing is mine
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And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
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I'll do my loving in the winter
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And the sea isn't green
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And I love the queen
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And what exactly is a dream
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And what exactly is a joke CIRRUS MINOR
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In a churchyard by a river
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Lazing in the hazy midday
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Laughing in the grasses and the graves
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Yellow bird you are not long in singing
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And in flying up and laughing and in leaving
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Willow weeping in the water
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Waving to the river daughters
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Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
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On a trip to cirrus minor
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Saw a crater in the sun
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A thousand miles of moonlight later THE NILE SONG
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I was standing by the nile
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When I saw the lady smile
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I would take her out for a while - for a while
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________________ like a child
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How her golden hair was blowing wild
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Then she spread her wings to fly - oh to fly
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Soaring high above the breezes
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Going always where she pleases
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She will ____________________
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I will follow in her shadow
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As I watch her from my window
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One day I will catch her
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She is calling from the deep
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Summoning my soul to endless sleep
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She is bound to drag me down - drag me down CRYING SONG
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We smile and smile
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We smile and smile
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Laughter echoes in your eyes
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We climb and climb
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We climb and climb
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Footfalls softly in the pines
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We cry and cry
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We cry and cry
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Sadness passes in a while
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We roll and roll
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We roll and roll
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Help me roll away the stone GREEN IS THE COLOUR
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Heavy hung the canopy blue
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Shade my eyes and I can see you
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White is the light that shines
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Thru the dress you wore
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She lay in the shadow of a wave
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Hazy were the visions over played
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Sunlight in her eyes
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But moonshine made her cry ev'ry time
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Green is the colour of her kind
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Quickness of the eye decieves the mind
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Envy is the bond between
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The hopeful and the damned
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CYMBALINE
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The path you tread is narrow
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And the drop is sheer and very high
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The ravens all are watching
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From a vantage point nearby
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Apprehension creeping like __________ train
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Up your spine
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Will the tightrope reach the end
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Will the final cup be dry
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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Please wake me
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A butterfly with broken wings
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Is falling by your side
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The ravens all are closing in
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There's nowhere you can hide
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Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
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Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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Please wake me
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The lines converging where you stand
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They must have moved the picture plane
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The leaves are heavy round your feet
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You hear the thunder of the train
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Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
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And Dr. Strange is always changing size
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline
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And it's high time
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Cymbaline IBIZAR BAR
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ASTRONOMY DOMINE
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Lime and limpid green, a second scene
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A fight between the blue you once knew
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Floating down, the sound resounds
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Around the icy waters underground
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Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania
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Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten
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Lime and limpid green, a second scene
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A fight between the blue you once knew
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Floating down, the sound resounds
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Around the icy waters underground
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Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania
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Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten
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Blinding signs flap,
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Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.
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Stairway scare Dan Dare who's there?
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Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
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The icy waters under
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Lime and limpid green, the sounds around
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The icy waters underground
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SET THE CONTROLS FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN
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Little by little the night turns around
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Counting the leaves which tremble and turn
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Lotus's lean on each other in union
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Over the hills where a swallow is resting
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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Over the mountain watching the watcher
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Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine
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Morning to birth is born into shadow
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Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading)
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Who is the man who arrives at the wall?
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Making the shape of his questions at asking
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Thinking the sun will fall in the evening
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Will he remember the lesson of giving?
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading)
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GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS
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Icy wind of night begone this is not your domain
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In the sky a bird was heard to cry
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Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
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Belie the deathly silence that lay all around
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Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
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Gone to ground
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See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
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And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
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Laughing as it passes through the endless summer
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Making for the sea
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In the lazy water meadow I lay me down
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All around me golden sun flakes settle on the ground
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Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
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Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
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Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
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Gone to ground
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See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
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And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
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In the lazy water meadow I lay me down
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All around me golden sun flakes covering the ground
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Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon
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Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room
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Hear the lark harken to the barking of the dark fox
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Gone to ground
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See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water
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And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees THE NARROW WAY 1 - 3
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Following the path as it leads toward
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The darkness in the north
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Weary stranger's faces show their sympathy
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Tey've seen that hope before
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And if you want to stay for a little bit
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Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
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For the night is beckoning and you know
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It can't be wrong
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__________________________________________
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Mystery swelling, creatures crawling
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Hear the roar ger louder in your ears
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You know the folly was your own
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But ___________________________ conquer all you fears
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And if you want to stay for a little bit
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Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
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For the night is beckoning and you know
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It can't be wrong
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___________________________________________
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Perhaps a day will come when you _______________
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And if you want to stay for a little bit
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Rest your aching limbs for a little bit
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For the night is beckoning and you know
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It can't be wrong
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Hear the night that's calling you ____________
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____________________________________________ IF
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If I were a swan, I'd be gone
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If I were a train, I'd be late
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And if I were a good man,
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I'd talk with you more often than I do
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If I were to sleep, I could dream
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If I were afraid, I could hide
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If I go insane, please don't put
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Your wires in my brain
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If I were the moon, I'd be cool
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If I were a book, I would bend
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If I were a good man, I'd understand
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The spaces between friends
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If I were alone, I would cry
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And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry
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And if I go insane,
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Will you still let me join in the game?
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If I were a swan, I'd be gone
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If I were a train, I'd be late again
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If I were a good man,
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I'd talk with you more often than I do
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SUMMER `68
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Would you like to say something before you leave
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Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
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We said goodbye before we said hello
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I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
|
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We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
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From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year
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And I would like to know
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How do you feel, how do you feel, how do you feel?
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Not a single word was said, delights still without fears
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Occasinally you showed a smile but what was the need
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I felt the cold far too soon - the wind of `95
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My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
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Tomorrow brings another town and another girl like you
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Have you time before you leave to greet another man
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Just you let me know
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How do you feel, how do you feel, how do you feel?
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Goodbye to you ___________________________________
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I've had enough for one day FAT OLD SUN
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When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
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Summer evenin' birds are calling
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Summer's thunder time of year
|
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The sound of music in my ears
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Distant bells, new mown grass
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Smells so sweet
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By the river holding hands
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Roll me up and lay me down
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And if you sit don't make a sound
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Pick your feet up off the ground
|
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And if you hear as the warm night falls
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The silver sound from a time so strange
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Sing to me, sing to me
|
|
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
|
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Summer evenin' birds are calling
|
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Children's laughter in my ears
|
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The last sunlight disappears
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And if you sit don't make a sound
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Pick your feet up off the ground
|
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And if you hear as the warm night falls
|
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The silver sound from a time so strange
|
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Sing to me, sing to me
|
|
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling A PILLOW OF WINDS
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A cloud of eiderdown draws around me
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Softening the sound
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Sleepy time when I lie
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With my love by my side
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And she's breathing low
|
|
And a candle dies
|
|
The night comes down, you lock the door
|
|
The book falls to the floor
|
|
As darkness falls and waves roll by
|
|
The seasons change, the wind is warm
|
|
Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
|
|
Behold the dream, the dream is gone
|
|
Green fields, a cold rain is falling
|
|
Near the golden door
|
|
Deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
|
|
And I go down
|
|
Sleepy time when I lie
|
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With my love by my side
|
|
And she's breathing low
|
|
And I rise like a bird
|
|
In the haze when the rays touch the sky
|
|
And the night wings by FEARLESS
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|
|
|
|
You say the hill's too steep to climb
|
|
Climb it!
|
|
You say you'd like to see me try
|
|
Climb it!
|
|
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
|
|
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
|
|
Just wait awhile for the right day
|
|
And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
|
|
I look down, hear the sound of the things you said today
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|
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
|
|
Smiling!
|
|
Nothing waits the magistrate turns round
|
|
Frowning!
|
|
And who's the fool who wears the crown
|
|
Go down in your own way
|
|
And ev'ry day is the right day
|
|
And as you rise above the fear lines in the frown
|
|
You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd SAN TROPEZ
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|
|
|
|
|
As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down behind
|
|
The sofa in San Tropez
|
|
Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
|
|
Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
|
|
Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
|
|
Sratched by the sand that fell from our love
|
|
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
|
|
If you're alone I'll come home
|
|
Backwards and homebound, the pidgeon, the dove
|
|
Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane
|
|
Owning a home with no silver spoon
|
|
I'm drinking champagne like a big tycoon
|
|
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
|
|
I'll gather my far flung thoughts together
|
|
Speeding away on a wind to a new day
|
|
If you're alone I'll come home
|
|
|
|
And I pause for a while by a country stile
|
|
And listen to things they say
|
|
Digging for gold with a hoe in my hand
|
|
Hoping they'll take a look at the way things stand
|
|
Would you lead me down to the place by the sea?
|
|
I hear your soft voice calling to me
|
|
Making a date for later by phone
|
|
If you're alone I'll come home SEAMUS
|
|
|
|
|
|
I was in the kitchen
|
|
Seamus (that's the dog) was outside
|
|
Well, I was in the kitchen
|
|
Seamus, my old hound, was outside
|
|
Well you know the sun was sinkin' slowly
|
|
But my old hound dog sat right down and cried ECHOES
|
|
|
|
|
|
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
|
|
And deep beneath the rolling waves
|
|
In labyrinths of coral caves
|
|
The echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand
|
|
And ev'rything is green and submarine
|
|
And no one showed us to the land and
|
|
No one knows the wheres or why and
|
|
Something stares and something tries and
|
|
Starts to climb towards the light
|
|
|
|
Strangers passing in the street, by chance
|
|
Two sep'rate glances meet and I am you and
|
|
What I see is me
|
|
and do I take you by the hand
|
|
And lead you through the land
|
|
And help me understand the best I can
|
|
And no one calls us to the land and
|
|
No one crosses there alive and
|
|
No one speaks and no one tries and
|
|
No one flies around the sun
|
|
|
|
Now this is the day you fall upon my waking eyes
|
|
Inviting and inciting me to rise
|
|
And through the window in the wall comes
|
|
Streaming in on sunlight wings
|
|
A million bright ambassadors of morning and
|
|
No one sings me lullabies and
|
|
No one makes me close my eyes
|
|
So I throw the windows wide and
|
|
Call to you across the skies BURNING BRIDGES
|
|
|
|
|
|
Bridges burning, blindly merging with the
|
|
Shadow flickering between the light
|
|
Stolen _________ floating softly on the air
|
|
Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher
|
|
Ancient bones are breaking
|
|
Moving on and cahnging sides
|
|
Dreaming of a new day, cast aside the other way
|
|
Magic visions stirring, kindled by ________ burning
|
|
Flames rise in her eyes
|
|
|
|
The __________ expands _______________________________
|
|
______________________________________________________
|
|
The moment is at hand, she breaks the golden band THE GOLD IT'S IN THE...
|
|
|
|
|
|
Come on, my friends let's make for the hills.
|
|
They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.
|
|
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
|
|
Cause I'm only comin' 'long for the ride.
|
|
Well, you go your way, I'll go mine.
|
|
I don't care if we get there on time.
|
|
Ev'rybody's searching for something they say.
|
|
I'll get my kicks on the way.
|
|
Over the mountain, across the seas,
|
|
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
|
|
I could sail forever to strange sounding names.
|
|
Faces of people and places don't change.
|
|
All I have to do is close my eyes
|
|
To see the sea gulls wheeling in those far distant skies.
|
|
|
|
All I want to tell you, all I want to say
|
|
Is count me in on the journey,
|
|
Don't expect me to stay. FREE FOUR
|
|
|
|
|
|
One, two, free four
|
|
The memories of a man in his old age
|
|
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
|
|
You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
|
|
And talk to yourself as you die
|
|
|
|
And life is a short warm moment
|
|
And death is a long cold rest
|
|
You get your chance to try
|
|
In the twinkling of an eye
|
|
Eighty years with luck or even less
|
|
So all aboard for the american tour
|
|
And maybe you'll make it to the top
|
|
But mind how you go
|
|
I can tell you `cause I know
|
|
You may find it hard to get off
|
|
|
|
But you are the angel of death
|
|
And I am the dead man's son
|
|
He was buried like a mole in a foxhole
|
|
And everyone's still on the run
|
|
And who is the master of foxhounds
|
|
And who says the hunt has begun
|
|
Who calls the tune in the courtroom
|
|
And who beats the funeral drum
|
|
The memories of a man in his old age
|
|
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
|
|
Shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
|
|
And talk to yourself as you die CHILDHOOD'S END
|
|
|
|
|
|
You shout in your sleep.
|
|
Perhaps the price is too steep.
|
|
Is your conscience at rest
|
|
If once put to the test?
|
|
You awake with a start
|
|
To just the beating of your heart.
|
|
Just one man beneath the sky,
|
|
Just two ears, just two eyes.
|
|
|
|
You set sail across the sea
|
|
Of long past thoughts and memories.
|
|
Childhood's end, your fantasies
|
|
Merge with harsh realities.
|
|
And then as the sail is hoist,
|
|
You find your eyes are growing moist.
|
|
All the fears never voiced
|
|
Say you have to make your final choice.
|
|
|
|
Who are you and who am I
|
|
To say we know the reason why?
|
|
Some are born; some men die
|
|
Beneath one infinite sky.
|
|
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
|
|
But ev'rything one day will cease.
|
|
All the iron turned to rust;
|
|
All the proud men turned to dust.
|
|
And so all things, time will mend.
|
|
So this song will end.
|
|
WOTS...UH THE DEAL
|
|
|
|
|
|
Heaven sent the promised land
|
|
Looks all right from where I stand
|
|
'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
|
|
Waiting on the first step
|
|
Show me where the key is kept
|
|
Point me down the right line
|
|
Because it's time
|
|
To let me in from the cold
|
|
Turn my lead into gold
|
|
'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
|
|
And I think I'm growing old
|
|
Flash the readies
|
|
Wots..uh the deal?
|
|
Got to make it to the next meal
|
|
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
|
|
Mile after mile stone after stone
|
|
You turn to speak but you're alone
|
|
Million miles from home you're on your own
|
|
So let me in from the cold
|
|
Turn my lead into gold
|
|
'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul
|
|
And I think I'm growing old
|
|
|
|
Fire bright by candlelight and her by my side
|
|
And if she prefers we never stir again
|
|
Someone sent the promised land
|
|
And I grabbed it with both hands
|
|
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
|
|
Hear me shout
|
|
Come on in
|
|
What's the news? where you been?
|
|
'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
|
|
And I've grown old
|
|
STAY
|
|
|
|
|
|
Stay and help me to end the day
|
|
And if you don't mind we'll break a bottle of wine
|
|
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down
|
|
Cause I wanna find what lies behind those eyes
|
|
Midnight blue burning gold
|
|
A yellow moon is growing cold
|
|
|
|
I rise looking through my morning eyes
|
|
Surpised to find you by my side
|
|
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
|
|
To find the words to tell you goodbye
|
|
Morning dues newborn day
|
|
Midnight blue turned to gray
|
|
|
|
Midnight blue burning gold
|
|
A yellow moon is growing cold
|
|
BREATHE
|
|
|
|
|
|
Breathe, breathe in the air
|
|
Don't be afraid to care
|
|
Leave but don't leave me
|
|
Look around and choose your own ground
|
|
For long you live and high you'll fly
|
|
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
|
|
And all you touch and all you see
|
|
Is all your life will ever be
|
|
|
|
Run, run rabbit run
|
|
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
|
|
And when at last the work is done
|
|
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one
|
|
For long you live and high you'll fly
|
|
But only if you ride the tide
|
|
Balanced on the biggest wave
|
|
You race towards an early grave.
|
|
TIME
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
|
|
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
|
|
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
|
|
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
|
|
|
|
Tired of lying in the sunshine
|
|
Staying home to watch the rain
|
|
You are young and life is long and
|
|
There is time to kill today
|
|
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
|
|
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
|
|
|
|
|
|
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
|
|
But it's sinking
|
|
And racing around to come up behind you again
|
|
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
|
|
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
|
|
|
|
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
|
|
Plans that either come to naught
|
|
Or half a page of scribbled lines
|
|
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
|
|
The time is gone the song is over,
|
|
Thought I'd something more to say BREATHE REPRISE
|
|
|
|
|
|
Home, home again
|
|
I like to be here when I can
|
|
When I come in cold and tired
|
|
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
|
|
Far away across the field
|
|
The tolling of the iron bell
|
|
Calls the faithful to their knees
|
|
To hear the softly spoken magic spell. MONEY
|
|
|
|
|
|
Money, get away
|
|
Get a good job with more pay and you're O. K.
|
|
Money it's a gas
|
|
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
|
|
New car, caviar, four star daydream
|
|
Think I'll buy me a football team
|
|
|
|
Money get back
|
|
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack
|
|
Money it's a hit
|
|
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
|
|
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
|
|
And I think I need a Lear jet
|
|
|
|
Money it's a crime
|
|
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
|
|
Money so they say
|
|
Is the root of all evil today
|
|
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
|
|
Giving none away US AND THEM
|
|
|
|
|
|
Us, and them
|
|
And after all we're only ordinary men
|
|
Me, and you
|
|
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
|
|
Forward he cried from the rear
|
|
and the front rank died
|
|
And the General sat, and the lines on the map
|
|
moved from side to side
|
|
Black and blue
|
|
And who knows which is which and who is who
|
|
Up and Down
|
|
And in the end it's only round and round and round
|
|
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
|
|
the post bearer cried
|
|
Listen son, said the man with the gun
|
|
There's room for you inside
|
|
|
|
Down and Out
|
|
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
|
|
With, without
|
|
And who'll deny that's what the fighting's all abouut
|
|
Get out of the way, it's a busy day
|
|
and I've got things on my mind
|
|
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
|
|
The old man died
|
|
BRAIN DAMAGE
|
|
|
|
|
|
The lunatic is on the grass
|
|
The lunatic is on the grass
|
|
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
|
|
Got to keep the loonies on the path
|
|
|
|
The lunatic is in the hall
|
|
The lunatics are in my hall
|
|
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
|
|
And every day the paper boy brings more
|
|
|
|
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
|
|
And if there is no room upon the hill
|
|
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
|
|
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
|
|
|
|
The lunatic is in my head
|
|
The lunatic is in my head
|
|
You raise the blade, you make the change
|
|
You re-arrange me till I'm sane
|
|
|
|
You lock the door
|
|
And throw away the key
|
|
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
|
|
|
|
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
|
|
You shout and no one seems to hear
|
|
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
|
|
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. ECLIPSE
|
|
|
|
|
|
All that you touch
|
|
All that you see
|
|
All that you taste
|
|
All you feel
|
|
All that you love
|
|
All that you hate
|
|
All you distrust
|
|
All that you save
|
|
All that you give
|
|
All that you deal
|
|
All that you buy
|
|
beg, borrow or steal
|
|
All you create
|
|
All you destroy
|
|
All that you do
|
|
All that you say
|
|
All that you eat
|
|
everyone you meet
|
|
All that you slight
|
|
everyone you fight
|
|
All that is now
|
|
All that is gone
|
|
All that's to come
|
|
and everything under the sun is in tune
|
|
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND
|
|
|
|
|
|
Remember when you were young?
|
|
You shone like the sun.
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
Now there's a look in your eyes
|
|
Like black holes in the sky
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
You were caught in the crossfire
|
|
Of childhood and stardom,
|
|
Blown on the steel breeze
|
|
Come on you target for faraway laughter;
|
|
Come on you stranger, you legend,
|
|
You martyr, and shine
|
|
|
|
You reached for the secret too soon
|
|
You cried for the moon
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
Threatened by shadows at night
|
|
And exposed in the light
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
Well, you wore out your welcome
|
|
With random precision
|
|
Rode on the steel breeze
|
|
Come on you raver, you seer of visions;
|
|
Come on you painter, you piper,
|
|
You prisoner, and shine
|
|
|
|
Nobody knows where you are,
|
|
How near or how far
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
Pile on many more layers
|
|
And I'll be joining you there
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
And we'll bask in the shadow
|
|
Of yesterday's triumph
|
|
And sail on the steel breeze
|
|
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
|
|
Come on you miner for truth and delusion,
|
|
And shine. WELCOME TO THE MACHINE
|
|
|
|
|
|
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
|
|
Where have you been?
|
|
It's all right, we know where you've been
|
|
You've been in the pipe line filling in time
|
|
Provided with toys and scouting for boys
|
|
You bought a guitar to punish your ma
|
|
And you didn't like school
|
|
And you know you're nobody's fool
|
|
So welcome to the machine
|
|
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
|
|
What did you dream?
|
|
It's all right, we told you what to dream
|
|
You dreamed of a big star
|
|
He played a mean guitar
|
|
He always ate in the steak bar
|
|
He loved to drive in his jaguar
|
|
So welcome to the machine HAVE A CIGAR
|
|
|
|
|
|
Come in here dear boy have a cigar
|
|
You're gonna go far, You're gonna fly high
|
|
You're never gonna die,
|
|
You're gonna make it if you try
|
|
They're gonna love you
|
|
Well I've always had a deep respect
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And I mean that most sincerely
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The band is just fantastic
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That is really what I think
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Oh, by the way which one's pink?
|
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And if we tell you the name of the game, boy
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We call it "Riding the gravy train"
|
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We're just knocked out,
|
|
We heard about the sell out
|
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You've gotta get an album out
|
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You owe it to the people
|
|
We're so happy we can hardly count
|
|
Ev'ry body else is just green
|
|
Have seen the chart
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It's a helluva start
|
|
It could be made into a monster
|
|
If we all pull together as a team
|
|
And if we tell you the name of the game, boy
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We call it "Riding the gravy train" WISH YOU WERE HERE
|
|
|
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So, so you think you can tell
|
|
Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain
|
|
Can you tell a green field
|
|
From a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil
|
|
Do you you think you can tell?
|
|
And did they get you to trade
|
|
Your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees,
|
|
Hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change
|
|
And did you exchange
|
|
A walk on part in the war
|
|
For a lead role in a cage?
|
|
|
|
How I wish, how I wish you were here
|
|
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
|
|
Year after year
|
|
Running over the same old ground
|
|
What have we found?
|
|
The same old fears
|
|
Wish you were here
|
|
PIGS ON THE WING (PART ONE)
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|
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If you didn't care what happened to me,
|
|
And I didn't care for you,
|
|
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,
|
|
Occasionally glancing up through the rain,
|
|
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
|
|
And watching for pigs on the wing DOGS
|
|
|
|
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
|
|
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
|
|
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
|
|
With your eyes closed.
|
|
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
|
|
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
|
|
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
|
|
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
|
|
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
|
|
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
|
|
So that when they turn their backs on you,
|
|
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
|
|
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
|
|
You know it's going to harder, and harder and harder as
|
|
you get older.
|
|
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
|
|
Hide your head in the sand,
|
|
Just another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer.
|
|
And when you lose control,
|
|
You'll reap the harvest you have sown.
|
|
And as the fear grows,
|
|
The bad blood slows and turns to stone.
|
|
And it's too late to lose the weight
|
|
You used to need to throw around.
|
|
so have a good drown, as you go down, alone,
|
|
Dragged down by the stone.
|
|
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
|
|
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
|
|
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off
|
|
This creeping malaise.
|
|
If I don't stand my own ground,
|
|
How can I find my way out of this maze?
|
|
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
|
|
That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend.
|
|
And it seems to you the thing to do
|
|
Would be to isolate the winner.
|
|
And everything's done under the sun,
|
|
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
|
|
Who was born in a house full of pain.
|
|
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
|
|
Who was told what to do by the man.
|
|
Who was broken by trained personnel.
|
|
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
|
|
Who was given a seat in the stand.
|
|
Who was breaking away from the pack.
|
|
Who was only a stranger at home.
|
|
Who was ground down in the end.
|
|
Who was found dead on the phone.
|
|
Who was dragged down by the stone.
|
|
Who was dragged down by the stone. PIGS (THREE DIFFERENT ONES)
|
|
|
|
|
|
Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
|
|
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
|
|
And when your hand is on your heart,
|
|
You're nearly a good laugh,
|
|
Almost a joker,
|
|
With your head head down in the pig bin,
|
|
Saying, "keep on digging."
|
|
Pig stain on your fat chin.
|
|
What do you hope to find?
|
|
When you're down in the pig mine,
|
|
You're nearly a laugh,
|
|
You're nearly a laugh,
|
|
But you're really a cry.
|
|
|
|
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
|
|
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are
|
|
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
|
|
You're nearly a good laugh,
|
|
Almost worth a quick grin
|
|
You like the feel of steel,
|
|
You're hot stuff with a hat pin,
|
|
And you're good fun with a hand gun.
|
|
You're nearly a laugh,
|
|
You're nearly a laugh
|
|
But you're really a cry.
|
|
|
|
Hey you, Whitehouse,
|
|
Ha ha charade you are
|
|
You house proud town mouse,
|
|
Ha ha charade you are
|
|
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
|
|
You're nearly a real treat,
|
|
All tight lips and cold feet,
|
|
And do you feel abused?
|
|
.....! ......! ......! ......!
|
|
you gotta stem the evil tide,
|
|
And keep it all on the inside.
|
|
Mary you're nearly a treat,
|
|
Mary you're nearly a treat
|
|
But you're really a cry. SHEEP
|
|
|
|
|
|
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
|
|
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
|
|
You better watch out,
|
|
There may be dogs about
|
|
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen.
|
|
Things are not what they seem
|
|
|
|
What do you get for pretending the dangers not real
|
|
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
|
|
Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel
|
|
What a surprise!
|
|
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
|
|
Now things are really what they seem.
|
|
No, this is no bad dream.
|
|
|
|
THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WANT.
|
|
HE MAKES ME DOWN TO LIE
|
|
THROUGH PASTURES GREEN HE LEADETH ME THE SILENT WATERS BY.
|
|
WITH BRIGHT KNIVES HE RELEASETH MY SOUL.
|
|
HE MAKETH ME TO HANG ON HOOKS IN HIGH PLACES.
|
|
HE CONVERTETH ME TO LAMB CUTLETS.
|
|
FOR LO, HE HATH GREAT POWER, AND GREAT HUNGER.
|
|
WHEN COMETH THE DAY WE LOWLY ONES
|
|
THROUGH QUIET REFLECTION, AND GREAT DEDICATION,
|
|
MASTER THE ART OF KARATE.
|
|
LO, WE SHALL RISE UP,
|
|
AND THEN WE'LL MAKE THE BUGGERS EYES WATER.
|
|
|
|
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
|
|
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
|
|
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
|
|
|
|
Have you heard the news?
|
|
The dogs are dead!
|
|
You better stay home
|
|
And do as you're told,
|
|
Get out of the road if you want to grow old. PIGS ON THE WING (PART TWO)
|
|
|
|
|
|
You know that I care what happens to you,
|
|
And I know that you care for me,
|
|
So I don't feel alone,
|
|
Or the weight of the stone,
|
|
Now that I've found somewhere safe
|
|
To bury my bone.
|
|
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
|
|
A shelter from pigs on the wing. IN THE FLESH ?
|
|
|
|
|
|
So ya
|
|
Thought ya
|
|
Might like to go to the show
|
|
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
|
|
That space cadet glow
|
|
Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?
|
|
Is this not what you expected to see?
|
|
If you'd like to find out what's behind these cold eyes?
|
|
You'll just have to claw your way through the
|
|
Disguise THE THIN ICE
|
|
|
|
|
|
Momma loves her baby
|
|
And Daddy loves you too
|
|
And the sea may look warm to you Babe
|
|
And the sky may look blue
|
|
Ooooh Babe
|
|
Ooooh Baby Blue
|
|
Ooooh Babe
|
|
If you should go skating
|
|
On the thin ice of modern life
|
|
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
|
|
Of a million tear stained eyes
|
|
Don't be surprised, when a crack in the ice
|
|
Appears under your feet
|
|
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
|
|
With your fear flowing out behind you
|
|
As you claw the thin ice ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL. part 1.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Daddy's flown across the ocean
|
|
Leaving just a memory
|
|
A snap shot in the family album
|
|
Daddy what else did you leave for me
|
|
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me
|
|
All in all it was all just a brick in the wall
|
|
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES
|
|
|
|
|
|
When we grew up and went to school
|
|
There were certain teachers who would
|
|
Hurt the children any way they could
|
|
By pouring their derision
|
|
Upon anything we did
|
|
And exposing every weakness
|
|
However carefully hidden by the kids
|
|
But in the town it was well known
|
|
When they got home at night, their fat and
|
|
Psycopathic wives would thrash them
|
|
Within inches of their lives ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL. part 2.
|
|
|
|
|
|
We don't need no education
|
|
We don't need no thought control
|
|
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
|
|
Teachers leave the kids alone
|
|
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
|
|
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
|
|
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
|
|
|
|
(chorus at end by pupils from the Fourth Form Music Class
|
|
Islington Green School, London)
|
|
|
|
We don't need no education
|
|
We don't need no thought control
|
|
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
|
|
Teachers leave the kids alone
|
|
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
|
|
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
|
|
All in all you're just another brick in the wall MOTHER
|
|
|
|
|
|
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
|
|
Mother do you think they'll like the song
|
|
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
|
|
Ooooh aah, Mother should I build a wall
|
|
Mother should I run for president
|
|
Mother should I trust the government
|
|
Mother will they put me in the firing line
|
|
Ooooh aah, is it it just a waste of time *
|
|
Hush now baby don't you cry
|
|
Mama's gonna make all of your
|
|
Nightmares come true
|
|
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
|
|
Mama's gonna keep you right here
|
|
Under her wing
|
|
she won't let you fly but she might let you sing
|
|
Mama will keep baby cosy and warm
|
|
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
|
|
Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall
|
|
|
|
Mother do think she's good enough for me
|
|
Mother do think she's dangerous to me
|
|
Mother will she tear your little boy apart
|
|
Oooh aah, mother will she break my heart
|
|
Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
|
|
Mama's gonna check out all your girl friends for you
|
|
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
|
|
Mama's gonna wait up till you come in
|
|
Mama will always find out where
|
|
You've been
|
|
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
|
|
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
|
|
You'll always be a baby to me
|
|
Mother, did it need to be so high.
|
|
|
|
|
|
* (in the movie "Mother am I really dying") GOODBYE BLUE SKY
|
|
|
|
|
|
Oooooooo ooo ooo ooooh
|
|
Did you see the frightened ones
|
|
Did you hear the falling bombs
|
|
Did you ever wonder
|
|
Why we had to run for shelter
|
|
When the promise of a brave new world
|
|
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky
|
|
Oooooooo ooo ooooo oooh
|
|
Did you see the frightened ones
|
|
Did you hear the falling bombs
|
|
The flames are all long gone
|
|
But the pain lingers on
|
|
Goodbye blue sky
|
|
Goodbye blue sky
|
|
Goodbye
|
|
Goodbye EMPTY SPACES
|
|
|
|
|
|
What shall we use to fill the empty
|
|
Spaces where we used to talk
|
|
How shall I fill the final places
|
|
How shall I complete the wall YOUNG LUST
|
|
|
|
|
|
I am just a new boy
|
|
A stranger in this town
|
|
Where are all the good times
|
|
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
|
|
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
|
|
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl
|
|
Will some woman in this desert land
|
|
Make me feel like a real man
|
|
Take this rock and roll refugee
|
|
Oooh Babe set me free
|
|
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
|
|
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.
|
|
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
|
|
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl. ONE OF MY TURNS
|
|
|
|
|
|
Day after day, love turns grey
|
|
Like the skin of a dying man
|
|
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
|
|
But I have grown older and
|
|
You have grown colder and
|
|
Nothing is very much fun any more.
|
|
|
|
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
|
|
I feel cold as razor blade
|
|
Tight as a tourniquet
|
|
Dry as a funeral drum,
|
|
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
|
|
You'll find my favorite axe
|
|
Don't look so frightened
|
|
This is just a passing phase
|
|
Just one of my bad days
|
|
Would you like to watch T. V.?
|
|
Or get between the sheets?
|
|
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
|
|
Would you like something to eat?
|
|
Would you like to learn to fly?
|
|
Would you like to see me try?
|
|
Would you like call the cops?
|
|
Do you think it's time I stopped?
|
|
Why are you running away? DON'T LEAVE ME NOW
|
|
|
|
|
|
Ooooh Babe
|
|
Don't leave me now
|
|
Don't say it's the end of the road
|
|
Remember the flowers I sent
|
|
I need you Babe
|
|
To put through the shredder
|
|
In front of my friends
|
|
Ooooh Babe
|
|
Don't leave me now
|
|
How could you go?
|
|
When you know how I need You
|
|
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
|
|
Ooooh Babe
|
|
Don't leave me now
|
|
How can you treat me this way
|
|
Running away
|
|
Ooooh Babe
|
|
Why are you running away?
|
|
Ooooh Babe! ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL. part 3.
|
|
|
|
|
|
I don't need no arms around me
|
|
I don't need no drugs to calm me
|
|
I have seen the writing on the wall
|
|
Don't think I need anything at all
|
|
No don't think I'll need anything at all
|
|
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
|
|
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD
|
|
|
|
|
|
Goodbye cruel world
|
|
I'm leaving you today
|
|
Goodbye
|
|
Goodbye
|
|
Goodbye
|
|
Goodbye all you people
|
|
There's nothing you can say
|
|
To make me change
|
|
My mind
|
|
Goodbye. HEY YOU
|
|
|
|
|
|
Hey you ! out there in the cold
|
|
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
|
|
Hey you ! Standing in the aisles
|
|
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
|
|
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
|
|
Don't give in without a fight.
|
|
Hey you ! out there on your own
|
|
sitting naked by the phone would you touch me
|
|
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
|
|
Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
|
|
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
|
|
Open your heart, I'm coming home
|
|
But it was only a fantasy
|
|
The wall was too high as you can see
|
|
No matter how he tried he could not break free
|
|
And the worms ate into his brain.
|
|
Hey you ! out there on the road
|
|
Doing what you're told, can you help me
|
|
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
|
|
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
|
|
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
|
|
Together we stand, divided we fall. IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ?
|
|
|
|
|
|
Is there anybody out there?
|
|
Is there anybody out there?
|
|
Is there anybody out there?
|
|
Is there anybody out there? NOBODY HOME
|
|
|
|
|
|
I've got a little black book with my poems in
|
|
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
|
|
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
|
|
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
|
|
Got those swollen hand blues.
|
|
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
|
|
I've got electric light
|
|
And I've got second sight
|
|
I've got amazing powers of observation
|
|
And that is how I know
|
|
When I try to get through
|
|
On the telephone to you
|
|
There'll be nobody home
|
|
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
|
|
And I've got the inevitable pinhole burns
|
|
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
|
|
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
|
|
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
|
|
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
|
|
I've got wild staring eyes
|
|
I've got a strong urge to fly
|
|
But I've got nowhere to fly to
|
|
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
|
|
There's still nobody home
|
|
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
|
|
And I've got fading roots. VERA
|
|
|
|
|
|
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
|
|
Remember how she said that
|
|
We would meet again
|
|
Some sunny day
|
|
Vera! Vera!
|
|
What has become of you
|
|
Does anybody else in here
|
|
Feel the way I do ? BRING THE BOYS BACK HOME
|
|
|
|
|
|
Bring the boys back home
|
|
Bring the boys back home
|
|
Don't leave the children on their own
|
|
Bring the boys back home COMFORTABLY NUMB
|
|
|
|
|
|
Hello,
|
|
Is there anybody in there
|
|
Just nod if you can hear me
|
|
Is there anyone at home
|
|
Come on now
|
|
I hear you're feeling down
|
|
I can ease your pain
|
|
And get you on your feet again
|
|
Relax
|
|
I'll need some information first
|
|
Just the basic facts
|
|
Can you show me where it hurts
|
|
|
|
There is no pain, you are receding
|
|
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
|
|
You are coming through in waves
|
|
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
|
|
When I was a child I had a fever
|
|
My hands felt just like two balloons
|
|
Now I've got that feeling once again
|
|
I can't explain, you would not understand
|
|
This is not how I am
|
|
I have become comfortably numb
|
|
|
|
O.K.
|
|
Just a little pin prick
|
|
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
|
|
But you may feel a little sick
|
|
Can you stand up?
|
|
I do belive it's working, good
|
|
That'll keep you going through the show
|
|
Come on it's time to go.
|
|
|
|
There is no pain you are receding
|
|
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
|
|
You are only coming through in waves
|
|
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
|
|
When I was a child
|
|
I caught a fleeting glimpse
|
|
Out of the corner of my eye
|
|
I turned to look but it was gone
|
|
I cannot put my finger on it now
|
|
The child is grown
|
|
The dream is gone
|
|
And I have become
|
|
Comfortably numb. THE SHOW MUST GO ON
|
|
|
|
|
|
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
|
|
Must the show go on
|
|
Oooh Pa take me home
|
|
Oooh Ma let me go
|
|
There must be some mistake
|
|
I didn't mean to let them
|
|
Take away my soul
|
|
Am I too old is it too late
|
|
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
|
|
Where has the feeling gone?
|
|
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
|
|
Will I remember the songs?
|
|
Oooooh aah the show must go on. IN THE FLESH
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So ya
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Thought ya
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Might like to
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go to the show
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To feel the warm thrill of confusion
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|
That space cadet glow
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|
I've got some bad news for you sunshine
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|
Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
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|
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
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|
And we're going to find out where you fans
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|
Really stand
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|
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight
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Get 'em up against the wall
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That one looks Jewish
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And that one's a coon
|
|
Who let all this riff raff into the room
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There's one smoking a joint and
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Another with spots
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If I had my way I'd have all of you shot RUN LIKE HELL
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Run, run, run, run (repeat line four times)
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You better make your face up in
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Your favorite disguise
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With your button down lips and your
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Roller blind eyes
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With your empty smile
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And your hungry heart
|
|
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
|
|
With your nerves in tatters
|
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When the cockleshell shatters
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|
And the hammers batter
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|
Down the door
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You better run
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Run, run, run, run (repeat line four times)
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You better run all day
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|
And run all night
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|
And keep your dirty feelings
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|
Deep inside. And if your
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Takin' your girlfriend
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Out tonight
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|
You better park the car
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|
Well out of sight
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|
'Cos if they catch you in the back seat
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Trying to pick her locks
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They're gonna send you back to mother
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|
In a cardboard box
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|
You better run WAITING FOR THE WORMS
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Ooooh you cannot reach me now
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Ooooh no matter how you try
|
|
Goodbye cruel world it's over
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|
Walk on by
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|
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
|
|
Waiting for the worms to come
|
|
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
|
|
Waiting for the worms to come
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Waiting to cut out the deadwood
|
|
Waiting to clean up the city
|
|
Waiting to follow the worms
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|
Waiting to put on a black shirt
|
|
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
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|
Waiting to smash in their windows
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|
And kick in their doors
|
|
Waiting for the final solution
|
|
To strengthen the strain
|
|
Waiting to follow the worms
|
|
Waiting to turn on the showers
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|
And fire the ovens
|
|
Waiting for the queers and the coons
|
|
And the reds and the Jews
|
|
Waiting to follow the worms
|
|
Would you like to see Britannia
|
|
Rule again my friend
|
|
All you have to do is follow the worms
|
|
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
|
|
Home again my friend
|
|
All you need to do is follow the worms. STOP
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Stop
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|
I wanna go home
|
|
Take off this uniform
|
|
And leave the show
|
|
And I'm waiting here in this cell
|
|
Because I have to know
|
|
Have I been guilty all this time THE TRIAL
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|
|
Good morning Worm your honour
|
|
The crowd will plainly show
|
|
The prisoner who now stands before you
|
|
Was caught red handed showing feelings
|
|
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
|
|
This will not do
|
|
CALL THE SCHOOLMASTER
|
|
I always said he'd come to no good
|
|
In the end your honour
|
|
If they'd let me have my way I could
|
|
Have flayed him into shape
|
|
But my hands were tied
|
|
The bleeding hearts and artists
|
|
Let him get away with murder
|
|
Let me hammer him today
|
|
Crazy toys in the attic I am crazy
|
|
Truly gone fishing
|
|
Crazy toys in the attic he is crazy
|
|
They must have taken my marbles away
|
|
You little shit, you're in it now
|
|
I hope they throw away the key
|
|
You should talked to me more often
|
|
Than you did, but no you had to
|
|
Go your own way. Have you broken any homes up lately?
|
|
"Just five minutes Worm your honour him and me alone"
|
|
Baaaaaabe
|
|
Come to mother baby let me hold you in my arms
|
|
M'red I never wanted him to get in any trouble
|
|
Why'd he ever have to leave me
|
|
Worm your honour let me take him home
|
|
Crazy over the rainbow I am crazy
|
|
Bars in the window
|
|
There must have been a door there in the wall
|
|
When I came in
|
|
Crazy over the rainbow he is crazy
|
|
The evidence before the court is
|
|
Incontravertible, there's no need for
|
|
The jury to retire
|
|
In all my years of judging
|
|
I have never heard before of
|
|
Some one more deserving
|
|
The full penalty of law
|
|
The way you made them suffer
|
|
Your exquisite wife and mother
|
|
Fills me with an urge to defecate
|
|
But my friend you have revealed your deepest fear
|
|
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
|
|
Tear down the wall OUTSIDE THE WALL
|
|
|
|
|
|
All alone, or in twos
|
|
The ones who really love you
|
|
Walk up and down outside the wall
|
|
Some hand in hand
|
|
Some gathering together in bands
|
|
The bleeding hearts and the artists
|
|
Make their stand
|
|
And when they've given you their all
|
|
Some stagger and fall after all it's not easy
|
|
banging your heart against some mad buggers
|
|
Wall WHAT SHALL WE DO NOW? *
|
|
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|
|
|
What shall we do to fill the empty spaces
|
|
Where waves of hunger roar
|
|
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
|
|
In search of more and more applause
|
|
Shall we buy a new guitar
|
|
Shall we drive a more powerful car
|
|
Shall we work straight through the night
|
|
Shall we get into fights
|
|
Leave the lights on
|
|
Drop bombs
|
|
Do tours of the east
|
|
contract diseases
|
|
Bury bones
|
|
Break up homes
|
|
Send flowers by phone
|
|
Take to drink
|
|
Go to shrinks
|
|
Give up meat
|
|
Rarely sleep
|
|
Keep people as pets
|
|
Train dogs
|
|
Race rats
|
|
Fill the attic with cash
|
|
Bury treasure
|
|
Store up leisure
|
|
But never relax at all
|
|
With our backs to the wall
|
|
|
|
|
|
* (only on the movie) THE TIGERS BROKE FREE *
|
|
|
|
|
|
It was just before dawn one miserable morning
|
|
In black 'forty four
|
|
When the forward commander
|
|
Was told to sit tight
|
|
When he asked that his men be withdrawn
|
|
And the Generals gave thanks
|
|
As the other ranks held back
|
|
The enemy tanks for a while
|
|
And the Anzio bridge head
|
|
Was held for the price
|
|
Of a few hundred ordinary lives
|
|
And old King George sent Mother
|
|
A note when he heard that father was gone
|
|
It was, I recall, in the form of
|
|
A scroll, with gold leaf and all
|
|
And I found it one day
|
|
In a drawer of old photographs hidden away
|
|
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
|
|
His Majesty signed
|
|
With his own rubber stamp
|
|
It was dark all round, there was frost on the ground
|
|
When the tigers broke free
|
|
And no one survived
|
|
From the Royal Fusiliers, company "C"
|
|
There were all left behind
|
|
Most of them dead, the rest of them dying
|
|
And that's how the high command
|
|
Took my Daddy from me.
|
|
|
|
* (only on the movie) THE POST WAR DREAM
|
|
|
|
|
|
Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified
|
|
Is it for this that Daddy died?
|
|
Was it for you? Was it me?
|
|
Did I watch too much T.V.?
|
|
Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
|
|
If it wasn't for the nips
|
|
Being so good at building ships
|
|
The yards would still be open on the clyde
|
|
And it can't be much fun for them
|
|
Beneath the rising sun
|
|
With all their kids committing suicide
|
|
What have we done Maggie what have we done
|
|
What have we done to England
|
|
Should we shout should we scream
|
|
"What happened to the post war dream?"
|
|
Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done? YOUR POSSIBLE PASTS
|
|
|
|
|
|
They flutter behind you your possible pasts
|
|
Some bright eyed and crazy some frightened and lost
|
|
A warning to anyone still in command
|
|
Of their possible future to take care
|
|
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
|
|
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
|
|
|
|
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
|
|
Do you think we should be closer?
|
|
|
|
She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile
|
|
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
|
|
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
|
|
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
|
|
|
|
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
|
|
He said, "I was just a child then; now I'm only a man."
|
|
|
|
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
|
|
Do you think we should be closer?
|
|
|
|
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
|
|
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
|
|
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
|
|
Now our feeling run deep and cold as the clay
|
|
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
|
|
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
|
|
|
|
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
|
|
Do you think we should be closer? ONE OF THE FEW
|
|
|
|
|
|
When you're one of the few to land on your feet
|
|
What do you do to make ends meet?
|
|
Teach
|
|
Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two
|
|
Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want
|
|
them to
|
|
Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die THE HERO'S RETURN
|
|
|
|
|
|
Jesus, Jesus what's it all about
|
|
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
|
|
When I was their age all the lights went out
|
|
There was no time to whine and mope about
|
|
|
|
And even now part of me flies over
|
|
Dresden at angels one five
|
|
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
|
|
Sarcasm desperate memories lie
|
|
|
|
Sweetheart, sweetheart are you fast asleep, good
|
|
'Cos that's the only time that I can really talk to you
|
|
And there is something that I've locked away
|
|
A memory that is too painful
|
|
To withstand the light of day
|
|
|
|
When we came back from the war the banners and
|
|
Flags hung on every ones door
|
|
We danced and we sang in the street and
|
|
The church bells rang
|
|
But burning in my heart
|
|
My memory smolders on
|
|
Of the gunner's dying words on the intercom THE GUNNER'S DREAM
|
|
|
|
|
|
Floating down through the clouds
|
|
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
|
|
In the space between the heavens
|
|
And the corner of some foreign field
|
|
I had a dream
|
|
I had a dream
|
|
Goodbye Max
|
|
Goodbye Ma
|
|
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
|
|
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
|
|
You here the tolling bell
|
|
And touch the silk in your lapel
|
|
And as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
|
|
You take her frail hand
|
|
And hold on to the dream
|
|
|
|
A place to stay
|
|
Enough to eat
|
|
Somwhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
|
|
Where you can speak out loud
|
|
About your doubts and fears
|
|
And what's more no one ever dissappears
|
|
You never hear a standard issue kicking in your door
|
|
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
|
|
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
|
|
And everyone has recourse to the law
|
|
And no-one kills the children anymore
|
|
And no-one kills the children anymore
|
|
|
|
Night after night
|
|
Going round and round my brain
|
|
His dream is driving me insane
|
|
In the corner of some foreign field
|
|
The gunner sleeps tonight
|
|
What's done is done
|
|
We cannot write off his final scene
|
|
Take heed of his dream
|
|
Take heed PARANOID EYES
|
|
|
|
|
|
Button your lip don't let the shield slip
|
|
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
|
|
And if they try to break down your disguise
|
|
With their questions
|
|
You can hide hide hide
|
|
Behind paranoid eyes
|
|
|
|
You put on your brave face and
|
|
Slip over the road for a jar
|
|
Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
|
|
Laughing to loud at the rest of the world
|
|
With the boys in the crowd
|
|
You hide hide hide
|
|
Behind petrified eyes
|
|
|
|
You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory
|
|
Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
|
|
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
|
|
And you hide hide hide
|
|
Behind brown and mild eyes GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DESERT
|
|
|
|
|
|
Brezhnev took Afghanistan
|
|
Begin took Beirut
|
|
Galtieri took the union jack
|
|
And Maggie over lunch one day
|
|
Took a cruiser with all hands
|
|
Apparently to make him give it back THE FLETCHER MEMORIAL HOME
|
|
|
|
|
|
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
|
|
And build them a home, a little place of their own
|
|
The fletcher memorial
|
|
Home for incurable tyrants and kings
|
|
|
|
And they can appear to themselves every dasy
|
|
On closed circuit T.V.
|
|
To make sure they're still real
|
|
It's the connection they feel
|
|
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Reagan and Haig
|
|
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and paisley,
|
|
Mr. Brezhnev and party,
|
|
The ghost of McCarthy
|
|
The memories of Nixon
|
|
And now adding colour a group of anonymous Latin-
|
|
American meat packing glitterati"
|
|
|
|
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect
|
|
|
|
They can polish their medals and sharpen their
|
|
Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while
|
|
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead
|
|
|
|
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
|
|
With their favorite toys
|
|
They'll be good girls and boys
|
|
In the Fletcher memorial home for colonial
|
|
Wasters if life and limb
|
|
|
|
Is everyone in?
|
|
Are you having a nice time?
|
|
Now the final solution can be applied SOUTHAMPTON DOCK
|
|
|
|
|
|
They disembarked in 45
|
|
And no one spoke and no one smiled
|
|
There were too many spaces in the line
|
|
Gathered at the cenotaph
|
|
All agreed with hand on heart
|
|
To sheath the sacrificial knives
|
|
|
|
But now
|
|
She stands upon southampton dock
|
|
With her handerchief
|
|
And her summer frock clings
|
|
To her wet body in the rain
|
|
In quiet desperation knuckles
|
|
White upon the slippery reins
|
|
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
|
|
|
|
And still the dark spreads between
|
|
Their shoulder blades
|
|
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
|
|
And when the fight was over
|
|
We spent what they had made
|
|
But in the bottom of our hearts
|
|
We felt the final cut THE FINAL CUT
|
|
|
|
|
|
Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
|
|
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
|
|
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
|
|
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide
|
|
|
|
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
|
|
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
|
|
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
|
|
Dial th combination, open the priesthole
|
|
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall
|
|
|
|
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
|
|
Making love to girls in magazines
|
|
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
|
|
Could anybody love him
|
|
Or is it just a crazy dream
|
|
|
|
And if I show you my dark side
|
|
Will you still hold me tonight
|
|
And if I open my heart to you
|
|
And show you my weak side
|
|
What would you do
|
|
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone
|
|
Would take the children away
|
|
And leave me alone
|
|
And smile in reassurance
|
|
As you whisper down the phone
|
|
Would you send me packing
|
|
Or would you take me home
|
|
|
|
Thought I oughta bare my feelings
|
|
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down
|
|
I held the blade in trembling hands
|
|
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
|
|
I never had the nerve to make the final cut NOT NOW JOHN
|
|
|
|
|
|
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
|
|
Got to compete with the wily japanese
|
|
There's too many home fires buring
|
|
And not enough trees
|
|
So fuck all that
|
|
We've got to get on with these
|
|
Can't stop lose job mind gone silicon
|
|
What bomb get away pay day make hay
|
|
Break down need fix big six
|
|
Clickity click hold on oh no brrrrrrrrrring bingo!
|
|
Make 'em laugh make 'em cry Make 'em dance in the aisles
|
|
Make 'em pay make 'em stay make 'em feel okay
|
|
Not nah John
|
|
We've got to get on with the film show
|
|
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
|
|
Who cares what it's about
|
|
As long as the kids go
|
|
Not now John
|
|
Got to get on with the show
|
|
Hang on John
|
|
We've got to get on with this
|
|
I don't know what it is
|
|
But it fits on here like............
|
|
Come at the end of the shift
|
|
We'll go and get pissed
|
|
But not now John
|
|
I've got to get on with this
|
|
Hold on John
|
|
I think there's something good on
|
|
I used to read books but............
|
|
It could be the news
|
|
Or some other amusement
|
|
Or it could be reusable shows
|
|
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
|
|
Got to compete with the wily Japanese
|
|
No need to worry about the vietnamese
|
|
Got to bring the Russian bear to his knees
|
|
Well, maybe not the Russian bear
|
|
Maybe the Swedes
|
|
We showed Argentina
|
|
Now let's go and show these
|
|
Make us feel tough
|
|
And wouldn't Maggie be pleased
|
|
nah nah nah nah nah nah!
|
|
S'cusi dove il bar
|
|
Se para collo pou eine toe bar
|
|
S'il vous plait ou est le bar
|
|
Oi' where's the fucking bar John! TWO SUNS IN THE SUNSET
|
|
|
|
|
|
In my rear view mirror the sun is going down
|
|
Sinking behind bridges in the road
|
|
And I think of all the good things
|
|
That we have left undone
|
|
And I suffer premonitions
|
|
Confirm suspicions
|
|
Of the holocaust to come
|
|
|
|
The wire that holds the cork
|
|
Taht keeps the anger in
|
|
Gives way
|
|
And suddenly it's day again
|
|
The sun is in the East
|
|
Even though the day is done
|
|
Two suns in the sunset
|
|
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
|
|
Could could be the human race is run
|
|
|
|
Like the moment when the brakes lock
|
|
An you slide towards the big truck
|
|
You stretch the frozen moments with your fear
|
|
And you'll never hear their voices
|
|
And you'll never see their faces
|
|
You have no recourse to the law anymore
|
|
|
|
And as the windshield melts
|
|
My tears evaporate
|
|
Leaving only charcoal to defend
|
|
Finally I understand
|
|
The feelings of the few
|
|
Ashes and diamonds
|
|
Foe and friend
|
|
We were all equal in the end ARNOLD LAYNE
|
|
|
|
|
|
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
|
|
Collecting clothes ______________ washing line
|
|
________________________
|
|
On the wall hung a tall mirror
|
|
Distorted view, see through baby blue
|
|
___________________ oh, Arnold Layne
|
|
It's not the same, takes two to know
|
|
Two to know, two to know
|
|
Why can't you see
|
|
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
|
|
Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person
|
|
They gave him time
|
|
Doors bang - chain gang - ha hates it
|
|
Oh, Arnold Layne
|
|
It's not the same, takes two to know
|
|
Two to know, two to know
|
|
Why can't you see
|
|
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
|
|
Don't do it again SEE EMILY PLAY
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Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh
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She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow
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There is no other day
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Let's try it another way
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You'll lose your mind and play
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Free games for may
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See Emily play
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Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh
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Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
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There is no other day
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Let's try it another way
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You'll lose your mind and play
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Free games for may
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See Emily play
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Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh
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Float on a river forever and ever, Emily
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There is no other day
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Let's try it another way
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You'll lose your mind and play
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Free games for may
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See Emily play REMEMBER A DAY
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Remember a day before today
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A day when you were you young
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Free to play alone with time
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Evening never came
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Sing a song that can't be sung
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Without the morning's kiss
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Queen - you shall be it if you wish
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Look for your king
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Why can't we play today
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Why can't we stay that way
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Climb your favorite apple tree
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Try to catch the sun
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Hide from your little brother's gun
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Dream yourself away
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Why can't we reach the sun
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Why can't we blow the years away
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Blow away
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Blow away
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Remember
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Remember PAINT BOX
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Last night I had too much to drink
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Sitting in a club with so many fools
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Playing to rules
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Trying to impress but feeling rather empty
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I had another drink
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Drink - a - drink - a - drink - a - drink
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What a way to spend that evening
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They all turn up with their friends
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Playing the game
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But in the scene I should have been
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Far away
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Away - away - away - away - away
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Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before
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I open the door to an empty room
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Then I forget
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The telephone rings and someone speaks
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She would very much like to go out to a show
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So what can I do - I can't think what to say
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She sees through anyway
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Away - away - away
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____________________ till I go
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Traffic's moving rather slow
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Arriving late, there she waits
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Looking very angry, as cross as she can be
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Be - a - be - a - be
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Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before
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I open the door to an empty room
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Then I forget JULIA DREAM
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Sunlight bright upon my pillow
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Lighter than an eiderdown
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Will she let the weeping willow
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Wind his branches round
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Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
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Every night I turn the light out
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Waiting for the velvet bride
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Will the scaly armadillo
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Find me where I'm hiding
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Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
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Will the misty master break me
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Will the key unlock my mind
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Will the following footsteps catch me
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Am I really dying
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Julia dream, dreamboat queen, queen of all my dreams
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(repeat last line four times, fading) CIRRUS MINOR
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In a churchyard by a river
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Lazing in the hazy midday
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Laughing in the grasses and the graves
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Yellow bird you are not long in singing
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And in flying up and laughing and in leaving
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Willow weeping in the water
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Waving to the river daughters
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Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
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On a trip to cirrus minor
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Saw a crater in the sun
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A thousand miles of moonlight later THE NILE SONG
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I was standing by the nile
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When I saw the lady smile
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I would take her out for a while - for a while
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________________ like a child
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How her golden hair was blowing wild
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Then she spread her wings to fly - oh to fly
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Soaring high above the breezes
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Going always where she pleases
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She will ____________________
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I will follow in her shadow
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As I watch her from my window
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One day I will catch her
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She is calling from the deep
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Summoning my soul to endless sleep
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She is bound to drag me down - drag me down BIDING MY TIME
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Wasting my time, resting my mind
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And I'll never pine
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For the sad days and the bad days
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When we was workin' from nine to five
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And if you don't mind
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I'll spend my time
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Here by the fire side
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In the warm light of her eyes
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And if you don't mind
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I'll spend my time
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Here by the fire side
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In the warm light of her eyes BIKE
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I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
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It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
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Things to make it look good.
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I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
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You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
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I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
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I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
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There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
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I've had it for months.
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If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
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You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
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I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
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I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
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I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
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He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
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You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
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I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
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I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
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Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
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Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
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You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
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I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
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I know a room full of musical tunes.
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Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
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Let's go into the other room and make them work. ARNOLD LAYNE
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Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
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Collecting clothes ______________ washing line
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________________________
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On the wall hung a tall mirror
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Distorted view, see through baby blue
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___________________ oh, Arnold Layne
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It's not the same, takes two to know
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Two to know, two to know
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Why can't you see
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Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
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Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person
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They gave him time
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Doors bang - chain gang - ha hates it
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Oh, Arnold Layne
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It's not the same, takes two to know
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Two to know, two to know
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Why can't you see
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Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
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Don't do it again FEARLESS
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You say the hill's too steep to climb
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Climb it!
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You say you'd like to see me try
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Climb it!
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You pick the place and I'll choose the time
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And I'll climb the hill in my own way
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Just wait awhile for the right day
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And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
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I look down, hear the sound of the things you said today
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Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
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Smiling!
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Nothing waits the magistrate turns round
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Frowning!
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And who's the fool who wears the crown
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Go down in your own way
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And ev'ry day is the right day
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And as you rise above the fear lines in the frown
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You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd BRAIN DAMAGE
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The lunatic is on the grass
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The lunatic is on the grass
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Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
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Got to keep the loonies on the path
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The lunatic is in the hall
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The lunatics are in my hall
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The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
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And every day the paper boy brings more
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And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
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And if there is no room upon the hill
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And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
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The lunatic is in my head
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The lunatic is in my head
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You raise the blade, you make the change
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You re-arrange me till I'm sane
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You lock the door
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And throw away the key
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There's someone in my head but it's not me.
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And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
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You shout and no one seems to hear
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And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. ECLIPSE
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All that you touch
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All that you see
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All that you taste
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All you feel
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All that you love
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All that you hate
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All you distrust
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All that you save
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All that you give
|
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All that you deal
|
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All that you buy
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beg, borrow or steal
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All you create
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All you destroy
|
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All that you do
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All that you say
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All that you eat
|
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everyone you meet
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All that you slight
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everyone you fight
|
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All that is now
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All that is gone
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All that's to come
|
|
and everything under the sun is in tune
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|
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. SET THE CONTROLS FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN
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Little by little the night turns around
|
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Counting the leaves which tremble and turn
|
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Lotus's lean on each other in union
|
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Over the hills where a swallow is resting
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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Over the mountain watching the watcher
|
|
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine
|
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Morning to birth is born into shadow
|
|
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
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Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading)
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Who is the man who arrives at the wall?
|
|
Making the shape of his questions at asking
|
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Thinking the sun will fall in the evening
|
|
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
|
|
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
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The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading)
|
|
SEE EMILY PLAY
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Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh
|
|
She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow
|
|
There is no other day
|
|
Let's try it another way
|
|
You'll lose your mind and play
|
|
Free games for may
|
|
See Emily play
|
|
Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh
|
|
Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow
|
|
There is no other day
|
|
Let's try it another way
|
|
You'll lose your mind and play
|
|
Free games for may
|
|
See Emily play
|
|
Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh
|
|
Float on a river forever and ever, Emily
|
|
There is no other day
|
|
Let's try it another way
|
|
You'll lose your mind and play
|
|
Free games for may
|
|
See Emily play FREE FOUR
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One, two, free four
|
|
The memories of a man in his old age
|
|
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
|
|
You shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
|
|
And talk to yourself as you die
|
|
|
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And life is a short warm moment
|
|
And death is a long cold rest
|
|
You get your chance to try
|
|
In the twinkling of an eye
|
|
Eighty years with luck or even less
|
|
So all aboard for the american tour
|
|
And maybe you'll make it to the top
|
|
But mind how you go
|
|
I can tell you `cause I know
|
|
You may find it hard to get off
|
|
|
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But you are the angel of death
|
|
And I am the dead man's son
|
|
He was buried like a mole in a foxhole
|
|
And everyone's still on the run
|
|
And who is the master of foxhounds
|
|
And who says the hunt has begun
|
|
Who calls the tune in the courtroom
|
|
And who beats the funeral drum
|
|
The memories of a man in his old age
|
|
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
|
|
Shuffle in the gloom of the sickroom
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And talk to yourself as you die EMBRYO
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All this love is all I am, a ball is all I am
|
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I'm so new compared to you and I am very small
|
|
Warm glow, moon glow always need a little more room
|
|
Waiting here seems like years, never see the light of day
|
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All around I hear strange sounds come gurgling in my ear
|
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Red the light and dark the night I feel my dawn is near
|
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Warm glow, moon glow always need a little more room
|
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Whisper low here I go, I will see the sunshine show MONEY
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Money, get away
|
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Get a good job with more pay and you're O. K.
|
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Money it's a gas
|
|
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
|
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New car, caviar, four star daydream
|
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Think I'll buy me a football team
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|
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Money get back
|
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I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack
|
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Money it's a hit
|
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Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
|
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I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
|
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And I think I need a Lear jet
|
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|
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Money it's a crime
|
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Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
|
|
Money so they say
|
|
Is the root of all evil today
|
|
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
|
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giving none away SHEEP
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|
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Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
|
|
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
|
|
You better watch out,
|
|
There may be dogs about
|
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I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen.
|
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Things are not what they seem
|
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|
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What do you get for pretending the dangers not real
|
|
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
|
|
Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel
|
|
What a surprise!
|
|
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
|
|
Now things are really what they seem.
|
|
No, this is no bad dream.
|
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|
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THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WANT.
|
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HE MAKES ME DOWN TO LIE
|
|
THROUGH PASTURES GREEN HE LEADETH ME THE SILENT WATERS BY.
|
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WITH BRIGHT KNIVES HE RELEASETH MY SOUL.
|
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HE MAKETH ME TO HANG ON HOOKS IN HIGH PLACES.
|
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HE CONVERTETH ME TO LAMB CUTLETS.
|
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FOR LO, HE HATH GREAT POWER, AND GREAT HUNGER.
|
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WHEN COMETH THE DAY WE LOWLY ONES
|
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THROUGH QUIET REFLECTION, AND GREAT DEDICATION,
|
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MASTER THE ART OF KARATE.
|
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LO, WE SHALL RISE UP,
|
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AND THEN WE'LL MAKE THE BUGGERS EYES WATER.
|
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|
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Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream
|
|
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
|
|
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.
|
|
|
|
Have you heard the news?
|
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The dogs are dead!
|
|
You better stay hame
|
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And do as you're told,
|
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Get out of the road if you want to grow old. SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND
|
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|
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Remember when you were young?
|
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You shone like the sun.
|
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Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
Now there's a look in your eyes
|
|
Like black holes in the sky
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
You were caught in the crossfire
|
|
Of childhood and stardom,
|
|
Blown on the steel breeze
|
|
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
|
|
Come on you stranger, you legend,
|
|
You martyr, and shine
|
|
|
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You reached for the secret too soon
|
|
You cried for the moon
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
Threatened by shadows at night
|
|
And exposed in the light
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
Well, you wore out your welcome
|
|
With random precision
|
|
Rode on the steel breeze
|
|
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
|
|
Come on you painter, you piper,
|
|
You prisoner, and shine
|
|
|
|
Nobody knows where you are,
|
|
How near or how far
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
Pile on many more layers
|
|
And I'll be joining you there
|
|
Shine on, you crazy diamond
|
|
And we'll bask in the shadow
|
|
Of yesterday's triumph
|
|
And sail on the steel breeze
|
|
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
|
|
Come on you miner for truth and delusion,
|
|
And shine. WISH YOU WERE HERE
|
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|
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|
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So, so you think you can tell
|
|
Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain
|
|
Can you tell a green field
|
|
From a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil
|
|
Do you you think you can tell?
|
|
And did they get you to trade
|
|
Your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees,
|
|
Hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change
|
|
And did you exchange
|
|
A walk on part in the war
|
|
For a lead role in a cage?
|
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|
|
How I wish, how I wish you were here
|
|
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
|
|
Year after year
|
|
Running over the same old ground
|
|
What have we found?
|
|
The same old fears
|
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Wish you were here ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL. part 2.
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|
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We don't need no education
|
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We don't need no thought control
|
|
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
|
|
Teachers leave the kids alone
|
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Hey teacher leave us kids alone
|
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All in all it's just another brick in the wall
|
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All in all you're just another brick in the wall
|
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(chorus at end by pupils from the Fourth Form Music Class
|
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Islington Green School, London)
|
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|
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We don't need no education
|
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We don't need no thought control
|
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No dark sarcasm in the classroom
|
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Teachers leave the kids alone
|
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Hey teacher leave us kids alone
|
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All in all you're just another brick in the wall
|
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All in all you're just another brick in the wall
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