1. |
Just Think
03:10
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Just think! some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold, grey stone,
And trace a name with silver beam,
And lo! ’twill be your own.
That night is speeding on to greet
Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
Within the heart of Time.
Within the heart of Time.
A little gain, a little pain,
A laugh, lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
A star-gleam - on a cold, grey stone.
A little gain, a little pain,
A laugh, lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
A star-gleam - Upon a cold, grey stone.
On a cold, grey stone.
On a cold, grey stone.
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2. |
I've Been Loving You
03:32
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I've been loving you all my life
I've been loving you in my dreams
I've been loving you ever since
I've been loving you
Birds sing in the morning
Pine tree tickles the air
Sunshine in your eyes
And sea-breeze in your hair
Sentimental journeys are far behind our time
Love is what we live for and love is all around
I've been loving you all my life
I've been loving you in my dreams
I've been loving you ever since
I've been loving you
Long lines at the airport
I'm dragging all my bags
People walk around me
Like absent-minded crabs
I have no where else to go, I'm homeward bound
Love is what we live for and love is all around
I've been loving you all my life
I've been loving you in my dreams
I've been loving you ever since
I've been loving you
I push around my body
And rush around my hopes
I portion my fears
and serve in small drops
Pride disappears and blessings abound
Love is what we live for and love is all around
I've been loving you all my life
I've been loving you in my dreams
I've been loving you ever since
I've been loving you
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3. |
Is It Too Late
04:05
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Engines are failing
The heart is corrupt
Plans derailing
We are in a rot
We keep crawling
On the waste of our past
Wake up one morning
And it's all gone bust
Is it too late
Is it too hard
Is it too big
For you to bite
You are so vicious
When I step on your tail
Finger's not the enemy
It's pointing to hell
You are in your hell
We are in our hell
No one to save us
There's no magic spell
Is it too late
Is it too hard
Is it too big
For you to bite
We can live together
If the story we tell
Is a fiction in a book
And not for real
We can live forever
If the story we tell
Is a fiction in a book
And not for real
Is it too late
Is it too hard
Is it too big
For you to bite
You'll end up sucking it
You'll end up dry….
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4. |
Flying Angels
03:44
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Flying angels in the night
Heal the silence of your heart
When the cold wind blows
You close your eyes and see the fall
You can hear the ancient Howl
Of the darkness old
But you were meant to be alive
When the story is told
You were meant to be alive
And see it unfold
The moon is shining on the floor
When the keepers of the door
Unlock the basement stale
Prison's empty dungeon's cold
Your spirit is on hold
As she smiles at your fate
You were meant to be alive
And celebrate
You were meant to be alive
And celebrate
You'll have the morning and the light
Watch the ceiling when your start
Flipping deep in your head
Flying angels in the night
Give you time and give you breath
When you start to fade
You were meant to be alive
And serenade
You were meant to be alive
And serenade
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5. |
I Wish To Forget
03:09
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I wish to forget
I'm going dry
That's why
I wish to forget
Never showed up
That's why
I wish to forget
I was lost in the mail
That's why
I wish to forget
I fell off the cliff
----
I wish to forget
I'm going dry
That's why
I wish to forget
I never showed up
That's why
I wish to forget
I was lost in the mail
That's why
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I wish to forget
I'm going dry
That's why
I wish to forget
I never showed up
That's why
I wish to forget
I was lost in the mail
That's why
I wish to forget
I fell off the cliff
and hurt myself for a while
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6. |
I Have Some Friends
03:19
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I have some friends, some worthy friends,
And worthy friends are rare:
These worn out slippers on my feet,
That padded leather chair;
This old and shabby sweater,
I wear and wear and wear.
I have some friends, some honest friends,
And honest friends are few;
My pipe of briar, my open fire,
A book that's not too new;
My bed so warm, the nights of storm
I love to listen to.
I have some friends, some good, good friends,
Who faithful are to me:
My wrestling partner when I rise,
The big and burly sea;
My little boat that's riding there
So saucy and so free.
I have some friends, some golden friends,
Whose worth will not decline:
A tawny Irish terrier, a purple shading pine,
A little red-roofed cottage that
So proudly I call mine.
All other friends may come and go,
All other friendships may fail;
But these, the friends I've worked to win,
Oh, they will never stale;
And comfort me till Time shall write
The finish to my tale.
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'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
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8. |
Keep Me Alive
02:03
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Keep me alive in the morning light
Keep me alive through the summer night
Keep me alive till the time is right
Then gently let me go
Keep me alive in the winter cold
Keep me alive till I get a little old
Keep me alive till I find my fold
Then gently let me go
Keep me alive till my song gets stale
Keep me alive till love turns hell
Keep me alive till your mighty will
Will gently let me go
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9. |
Take What Is There
02:56
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Take what is there
Take what is there
Empty it all
Take what is left
Take what is there
Stay away from me
Take what is there
Take what is there
Take what is left
Stay away from me
Any day now
Any day now
Any day now
We might all end up hanging from trees
Any day now
Any day now
We might all end up hanging from trees, yeah
Take what is there
Take what is there
Take what is left
Stay away from me
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10. |
Wanna Be A Hero
02:04
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I want to be a soldier
I want to be a man
I wanna be a foreign army
In a foreign land
Kill everybody
Who is not with my friends
Ho ! Ho !
I want to be a soldier
I want to be a man
I want to die in the battle
To pretend I'm a hero, yeah
I'm a hero
Pretend I'm a hero
I'm a hero
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11. |
Call On The Money
04:14
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Cold wind in my eyes
Sun is on the rise
Waking
Oh my dreams,
Oh my dreams
I'm shaking
Keep it on my face
silence of my race - fading
Keep it on my face
the silence fading
Call on the money
Call on the money
Call on the money
Out there in the sea
you got to want to be
Breathing
suffocators, leeches're
Breading
Bold, arch, rage
Burning in the cage - Burning
Call on the money
Call on the money, baby
Call on the money, yeah
Call on the money
Brother, sister, walled
Safely on the hold - Waiting
Waiting for what
I don't know if I tried stating
Fear of tomorrow
fear of there other
fear of the sorrow
Call on the money
Call on the money, yeah
Call on the money
Call on the money, yeah
Cold wind in my eyes
Sun is on the rise - Waking
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12. |
Love And Hate
03:38
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I can't make it short
I can't make it long
I'll give it to you
But that would be wrong
I can't make it short
I can't make it long
I'll give it to you
But that would be wrong
I need your sweet face
I need your smile
I learned how to bleed
in a short while
I need your sweet face
I need your smile
I learned how to bleed
In a such a short while
I met her under the Christmas tree
I met her in my single bed
She said I'll teach you to love, baby
She said I'll teach you to hate
I'll teach you to write
Those songs of regret
I'll be your lover
I'll be your mate
I'll be your lover
And I'll be your mate
And you'll teach you to love
You'll teach you to hate, oh yeah
Oh, I'll get in get out
I'll get to the point
I'll hold you tight
You won't be alone
You won't be cold
You won't be cold - you won't be on hold
When the story is told
I'll get in get out
Get to the point
I'll hold you tight
You won't be cold
You won't be alone
You won't ever be on hold
And when the story is told
I'll teach you to love
I'll teach you to hate
I'll teach you to write
Those songs of regret
I'll teach you to write
Those songs of regret
I'll teach you to write
Those songs of regret
Oh oh oh
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