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Sally like a book
She be lost in the pages
Sally like a book
She be hiding from strangers
All the loving that she never gonna do
She's hanging on words and hiding in a corner
Big old world be nasty and scary
Sally like a book
Sally like a book
Tell it like it is
Sally like a book
A book don't change don't change
All the words follow one after another
They can't hurt you like a sister or a brother
They can't lie like a runaway lover
Sally like a book
Don't lie, don't lie
I love you more and more each day
But fact and fiction seem to fade to grey
Where are you hiding today, Sally?
Sally?
She don't dream no more
Of no distant shore
All the words follow one after another
They can't hurt you like a sister or a brother
They can't lie like a runaway lover
Sally like a book
Don't lie, Don't lie
Words following each other
They can't hurt you like a sister or a brother
They can't lie like a runaway lover
Sally like a book
Don't lie, Don't li
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IQ in 60s from the start
saying maybe they can make you smart
you always tried your hardest
yes I knew all about it
Dinner, movies, make-believe or lies
you look for rules, you really try
a life time of learning
in these short weeks you’re yearning
Look at a word and close your eyes
say it over and over and over and over and over and over
and you will remember
They took your Smile Charlie
All the while Charlie
I watched and waited – but not yet.
You’ll take my heart, Charlie
Oh so smart Charlie
The man I shall never forget
IQ rising all the time
but still so much a child inside
Whatever you want I’ll be
Don’t be afraid of me
So much knowledge so much rage
let the mouse free from his cage
before you had a warmth
you could be kind before
Look at the world don’t close your eyes
See it over and over and over and over and over
And as you remember
They took your smile, Charlie
All the while Charlie,
I watched and waited, is it yet?
You’ve took my heart Charlie
Oh so smart Charlie
The man I can never forget
What goes up must come down
We’ve got our time at last
The child is fully grown
but now the time goes by too fast
I’ll hold you so you do not drown
How can we make this last?
Look at your woman close her eyes
Sew it over and over and over and over and over
But will you remember?
Got back your smile, Charlie
Back to Old Charlie
You’d said you would… and yet
You broke my heart Charlie
Was I smart Charlie?
The man I must try to forget…. try to forget.
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Such evil creatures, these humans
Tearing up our lives
Disrupting all the wild game
Gashing the countryside
They dare call me a monster
For what I do to them
But I'm the hand of justice
I punish them for their sins
Such evil creatures, these humans
They dig and cut the stone
They don't care what they destroy
They even kill their own
They dare call me a monster
For what I do to them
But I'm the hand of justice
I punish them for their sins
They dare call me a monster
For what I do to them
But I'm the hand of justice
I punish them for their sins
Such evil creatures, these humans
Their arrogance and gall
Mother nature is counting on me
As I try to kill them all
They dare call me a monster
They dare call me a monster
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Agnes I’m crushed and I tried to reach out to you
I’ve swapped us around, so you need not live always in pain
[It’s morally right that I face this alone tonight]
I’ve offered my life in exchange for the portrait I’ve framed
[A beautiful image, a living and breathing portrayal]
Hold fast his name
You’ll never fade from collective unconsciousness,
Memories are fixed to the page
You were the best and I fear for the rest of us, reflecting my rage
Agnes I’m lost and I’m helpless and mewling
I thrust myself back through a gap in the spiritual plane
[He walks and he talks again, feeling himself again]
I’ve captured his face and I cast him alive on the stage
[Grief is alarming but it’s always disarming to fade]
Hold fast his name
You’ll never fade from collective unconsciousness,
Memories are fixed to the page
You were the best and I fear for the rest of us, reflecting my rage
Hold my heart, lift me up
Memory’s all alone
Wipe away with fond recall
The youth has grown not old
You’ll never fade from collective unconsciousness,
Memories are fixed to the page
You were the best and I fear for the rest of us, reflecting my rage
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I loved to have all my old books surrounding me
Memories of friends who had been good to me.
But now as time begins to fossilise my brain,
They’re reduced to strangers that I once met on a train
I’m losing the plot; the story’s slipped away.
Where are all the quotes, I can’t recall today?
I’m losing the plot; the tone, the imagery.
Old age is burning books out of my memory.
Now my library’s largely titles sitting on a shelf.
I don’t even recall the ones I wrote myself.
Adventures I once shared, the details left behind
The perils we once faced have vanished from my mind.
Philosophies that I was passionate about
Now swirl in murky doubt and lack their former clout.
Characters I loved or wished to damn in hell,
Have slipped into the shadows of the deepest well.
Verses: C G F Am
Chorus: F C G
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Chris Harris - Harmonic
05:00
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Cold War at its coldest, tempers running high
Towers on the sea bed, saucers in the sky
Mystery on mystery, no one in the know
Line Harmonic 33 is lurking deep below...
Pilots swapping stories, sense of disbelief
Someone, somewhere surely knows about what lies beneath
Can you solve the puzzle of the bombs that don't explode?
Line Harmonic 33's exerting its control...
Yet another artefact that's wildly out of place
Do we share the oceans with an undiscovered race?
Remnants of Atlantis are hidden in plain sight
Line Harmonic 33 will bring them all to light...
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They were three all with different aims
Billy, Hank and Jesse James
They play hard at their dangerous games
Billy, Hank and Jesse James
They would all win their fames
Bill, Hank and Jesse James
William, ”Bill”, the oldest of the three
He dived deep into philosophy
Spread his seed all over the prairie
Became the dad of American Psychology.
If you are into calling names,
Remember William James
Henry, ”Hank”, he was number two
Working hard on his point of view
Lacking life (said some) and hard to read
He assured that brains had to bleed.
Hiding out at river Thames
Critics got Henry James.
Jesse James, he was the pup
Had to drain first the poisoned cup
When hell broke out and all went down in flames
Two escaped and there lay Jesse James
All the world seemed having some complaints
Gainst Billy, Hank and Jesse James
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You walk into Waterstones to look for a book
Which one which one which one will you choose?
A grim and gory horror story
Or one of those life-coaching gurus?
You pick one out at random from the discount shelf
Some guy in a snappy suit with lifestyle advice
Maybe you can read it and help yourself
5 simple steps and half price.
Even if you live to be a hundred
Just like the pages, your days are numbered.
Where do you want to spend your time?
Watching someone fall in love or solving a crime?
You take your literary purchase to the park
Turn to the page marked by your bookmark
And now you're in a conference hall
Barely aware of the park life at all.
Sitting under the trees
Reading in the breeze
He's talking about the power of now
But he's taking you away from that somehow.
Even if you live to be a hundred and one
Your days are getting fewer since the day you begun
Entertaining yourself with fantasy
Educating yourself with something science-y
Instrumental
Even if you live to be a hundred and two
You still won't get to do all the things you wanna do
Whether you read biographies and histories
Or fairy tales and mysteries
And even if you live to be a hundred and three
You still won't be everything you wanna be
You can ponder the philosophies of the very wise
At the end of the story - (spoiler alert) everybody dies.
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Instrumental
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Vuosien tomu huntuna yllään
Muinainen kirjuri silmittä tuijottaa
Kynänsä alla kuivunut tahra
Ihmisverta, joka musteen virkaa toimitti
Unhoon jäänyt ja unhoon jää vastakin
Viimeinen vartija kadonneen temppelin
Ikiyöhön syösty, kylmän vuoren uumeniin
Salaisuudet takaa hulluuden syöverin
Tuhon loitsut kätkee sivut ihmisnahkaan sidotut
Niistä kaiun muistaa vain painajaiset kirotut
Sylissä tuonen, kätkettynä, vailla löytäjää
Säkeet muinaisen kauhun iäksi lukematta jää
Eikä luinen nyrkki, joka kynää yhä pitelee
Työtään koskaan loppuun saata, ja myös sen minkä aloitti
Aika kerran nielee, armossaan kadottaa
Ja hymy kasvoilla kirjurin on kuoleman irvokas virne
Se muistaa lukemansa ja ymmärtää miksi
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(ROUGH TRANSLATION)
Veiled by the dust of ages
An ancient scribe stares without eyes
Under their quill a dried stain
Of human blood used as ink
Forgotten, ever doomed to oblivion
The last guardian of a lost temple
Cast into eternal night, into the depths of a cold mountain
Secrets from behind the maelstrom of madness
Spells of destruction hidden within pages bound in human skin
An echo of them remembered only by accursed nightmares
In the arms of death, concealed, with no one to find
Verses of ancient horror remain forever unread
And the bony fist that still holds the quill
Shall never finish its work and even what it had begun
Time will come to swallow, mercifully disappear
And the smile on the scribe's face is the gruesome grin of death
It remembers what it has read and understands why
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Just after breathing some life into man
As God wiped the dirt from his hand
God said “Adam, there’s work to be done
You gotta name each animal one by one.”
Each kind of spider, each species of beetle,
Each midge and mantis and each millipede will
Need its own name and you’ve been elected
To guarantee the very best name is selected.
Adam sat up, shook his head with a groan
Said, “I just woke up! I can’t do this alone”
But God said, “Adam, I think that you can.
Do this for me and I’ll call you a man.”
So Adam stood up and said, “That’ll be fine.
I’ll work hard for you and I won’t mind
I’ll name each animal you have made
But I need to know how much I’ll get paid
(Chorus)
You gotta get paid
Even Adam new the score
You gotta get paid
You need to get your share, but no more
You gotta get paid
It’s really the only proper way to behave
‘Cause if you don’t get your share your only a slave
So God said, “Let me consider a while.
In the meantime go and name the crocodile
And think of a good name for a yak…”
But then Adam interrupted and said, “Contract”
“All right,” God said, “we can make this deal.
In the meantime, go and name the walrus and seal
And you better name the tigers before they get mad
Or you’ll be the best lunch they’ve ever had.”
Chorus...
Adam named the platypus, the catfish and shrew
Then said, “God, I think I’m coming down with blue flu
But good faith bargaining could make me well.
If we wrap this up fast I will name the gazelle.”
It’s a whole ‘nother story how Adam got paid
But he was more than satisfied with the deal God made
So workers of the world God knows about you
There is power in one, but there’s glory in two.
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Come to the bathroom
Said F. Scott to Papa
And tell me
If I’m okay
Measure-wise
So to speak
Am I clear
After the trout and the wine and the pie
Won’t you tell me
Is Zelda right
Is it true
That I’m not built for love
You’re perfectly normal
Said Papa to F. Scott
You’re just fine
It’s a question of angles
And pillows, perhaps, might avail
Go to the Louvre
See the people in statues
Then go home
Look in the mirror
In profile
Rest assured
You’re just fine
But how can we know that the statues are accurate?
How can we know?
After the trout and the wine and the pie
Won’t you tell me
Is Zelda right
Is it true
That I’m not built for love
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Vatican Vamps - Valinor
03:50
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I’ve flown across the airs, now this is my home
And fallen upon the stairs of mountains I’ve wrought
And all my brothers weep for gain and for loss
And life seems not the thing that life is about.
Ooh, Silence be a home
Far long my arms could reach into their hearts
May be a gift to turn all from the dark?
I won’t be afraid, I will wash my eyes
Spirit come and take every subtle part of me.
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Walked down Gower Street to see the Penguins
Dressed in colours, orange and green and blue,
Holding out the hope of hidden treasures
Like Sutton Hoo.
Walked down Gower Street to breathe the morning,
Stopped into the Square where time is still,
All the tulips listening to Gandhi
Like tulips will.
And the Reading Room is closed to readers
No ethereal dome to draw the eye.
Tourists ask the way to Tutankhamen
But not the why.
Walked down Gower Street to hear the Penguins
Whispering a tongue we all once knew
I should take them home and give them shelter
Like old men do.
(Mando break)
Walked down Gower Street and felt the city
There beyond the trees and underground.
Here among the Penguins and the tulips
I will be found.
And the Reading Room has no more readers,
Nothing but a locked and silent door.
Tourists buy Rosetta Stones on postcards
Who are they for?
And the Reading Room has closed to readers,
No blue desk to rest my book upon,
Tourists drink espresso in the Courtyard
And time moves on.
And time moves on.
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