1. |
Take Me Down
03:53
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Take me down with a dressing gown,
Take me down so I can wear a gold crown.
Take me down so my chains they drown,
Take me down and take me all around.
I don’t know,
I don’t know,
Take me down because,
I don’t know how.
Take me down to where the flowers grow,
Take me down to where the fireflies glow.
Take me down to where the river flows,
Take me down to where the angels go.
I don’t know,
I don’t know,
Take me down because,
I don’t know how.
Take me down to where the flowers grow,
Take me down to where the fireflies glow.
Take me down to where the angels go,
Take me down to where our love can flow
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2. |
Hell to Dwell
03:30
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You try and reconcile the,
Seraphims and demons,
Mephistopheles and Mother Teresa,
And oh you seize the day.
Don't be afraid to straddle,
The angels and the shadows,
Do away with sorrow,
And you'll see tomorrow someday.
But it’s hell to dwell,
But it’s hell to dwell,
But it’s hell to dwell,
I know.
But it’s hell to dwell,
And only time will tell,
Because it’s hell to dwell,
I know.
You try and reconcile the,
Seraphims and demons,
Mephistopheles and Mother Teresa,
And oh you seize the day.
But you were born a shadow,
The angels in the shallows,
Do away with sorrow,
And you'll see tomorrow someday.
But it’s hell to dwell
But it’s hell to dwell
But it’s hell to dwell
I know
But it’s hell to dwell
Between heaven and hell
Only time will tell I know
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3. |
Riverside
03:46
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When we sit together by the riverside,
I can’t help but have my smile grow wide.
Scared to touch you afraid you might break,
Transcendental girl, William Blake.
I'm singing oh, girl chase the rainbow,
so you may find that pot of gold.
Don't you know you have to find your own flow,
And everybody else might follow.
When we sit together by the riverside,
When we sit together by the riverside,
Alright.
I don't know you, you don't know me,
So I'm burning, at full capacity.
Well you can be a bitch, I can be a creep,
You can cut my hair, I don't fucking care.
I don't like the way your eyes stare into mine.
Just because I'm like you doesn't mean I like you.
Rewind the hands of time,
Back to when we sat together,
By the riverside.
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4. |
Narcissus
03:10
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My sisters, my sisters,
And brothers all just like us,
Lost to his own reflection in the water.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Please catch me before I fall.
Resist the temptation,
Of looking into darkness.
You stare at the abyss,
And it stares back at you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Please catch me before I fall.
I'm standing at altars of Gods that I can't even see,
And I pray, I pray.
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5. |
Ragnarok
05:26
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Sleep in the dark of ages,
No need to fear the night.
We will consult with the sages,
They will converse with light.
The blood with run thick in the forests,
And madness will reign in the mind.
In the land at the edge of forever,
Our armies will start to ride.
Their Gods were not born in the stable,
And their children they cannot be slain.
They’re monsters masquerading as men,
Waiting until the end of days.
The halls of Valhalla will be our redemption,
Women of Odin will aid our ascension.
Fenrir the wolf will swallow the moon,
And all of the land will be shrouded in doom.
Loki on high the king of deception,
He has the mind to destroy nine dimensions.
This is the doom, death of the dawn,
This was the death foretold by the Nords.
And this is the end of Thor and the thunder,
Brought forth by the demon Jörmungandr.
Ragnarök
The lord of deception,
Jörmungandr.
Death of the dawn,
Ragnarök.
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6. |
Fata Morgana
03:44
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Near east and west shall meet
no redemptive destiny.
Like ebony and ivory
the sons of Abraham compete.
Far off in the desert land
man killing his fellow man.
Blame the holy guiding hand
got me shaking my head goddamn.
A pressure felt across the land.
With their holy books in hand.
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7. |
Slipstreams
07:10
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Shores of sand they fill my feet
that beat upon the ground.
I walk on palaces of dunes
that ring with floating sounds.
A sandaled stride through desert psalms
and mirages of oases.
I run through fire and rising glass
in secret thoughts and fantasies.
I feel it
writhing in the sun.
Following the stars that blink
and billow in the night.
I am smoke and windblown ash
and whirling winds that blot the light.
I burn like bullets that melt into wax
beneath the minarets.
I offer myself to the sand
and all its myriad epiphets.
I feel it
writhing in the sun.
Here it comes
crawling in the sun.
Floating sounds of strings and prayers
they trace their slipstreams back to me.
Lost in a storm of fury
adrift on a sandy sea.
Desert swans in thirsty skies
singing songs on absent breeze.
Ancient lands of endless sand
they fill my burning feet.
I am the sun that beats
I am the heart of the heat
I am the sun that beats
I am the heart of the sun
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8. |
Living With Time
03:22
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Living with time in the back of your mind
moving through the salt and surf.
Drifting on fault lines of reason and rhyme
when you circle the earth.
Watching the tide on the long mountainside
with nodding sighs.
Rolling through brine out of space out of sight
of leering eyes.
Falling through the needle's eye.
Oh I, oh I.
Touching the keys of the whispered divine.
Oh I, oh I.
There's the loosing of fire from the brand in the briar
of warring climes.
There's the wither of the lyre as the elements tire
in worlds unkind.
But I look to you and the world is alive
on the long mountainside.
Catching the wind and on its back we ride
toward the sky.
Falling through the needle of your eyes.
Oh I, oh I.
Touching your skin to feel the warmth of your sighs.
Oh I, oh I.
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9. |
Eleven Doors
04:20
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I picked apart the buds of May
with silent wish, with salt and spray
from ports of call on sunset days.
Spectrum's sere with scripted shrouds
eleven doors, for heavens crowds
a floating sphere of ringing sounds.
So spill your fictions down the drain
and I will swill your diction til'
the storm rain paints our shadows still
the storm rain paints our shadows still.
Come on now baby, bring me the thunder
in a cauldron small
summon up the dredges of a churning old earth
with a staff of bone
and pagan calls.
When all the seasons lie in state
and darkness falls when hours grow late.
When all your fictions billow forth
and drown the sun, the south and the north.
When all is quiet on the span
the task is plainly clear.
To these silent scenes
we sing a song of suffering sound.
When words surrender sense to dust
and wisdom falls to serpents' trust.
We sing this song of suffering sound
we sing this song of suffering sound.
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10. |
Cofiwch Dryweryn
10:00
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Sawbones Liverpool, UK
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