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Her Face
02:29
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And I was free from then
Though skin did break and tear
And I, I could not dare
To Turn around in fear
The night moved on
Drifting Down
And Her face, was a hazy gaze
Her Face Was a Hazy Gaze
The street lamps they shone molasses
The mist it filtered none
While the snow it filtered vision
‘till colour was all but gone
The night…
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I saw you comin’ down from Killer Mountain,
With the sunlight in your auburn hair
I saw you coming down from Killer Mountain,
Kicking up a whirlwind in the air.
Now my fortune’s messed around,
Oh Well Mamma I guess you let me down
You said you’d be a lover not a stranger
You said there wasn’t any thing to do
You said you’d be a lover not a stranger
Oh well mamma I put my faith in you
Now my fortune’s...
I saw you walking round here with your new beau
I can’t believe that he is so impressed
I saw you walking round here with your new beau
Just like me you’ll leave him in a mess
I can’t believe that you have found another,
I thought we’d have some children in the end
I can’t believe that you have found another
I thought we’d have some children in the end
Now my fortune’s…
Now my fortune’s…
Now my fortune’s…
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3. |
So I'm Not Even In This
05:02
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[There is rain. In the distance, there is thunder]
It’s ok with me my love
If you want to dance out in the rain
Suffice to say nothing changes
And everything it remains the came
(‘cause you)
Can’t see it
You can’t know it
You wont find it
Anyway
(yeah you)
Can’t see it
You can’t know it
You won’t find it anyway
Forget about those things last night
And pretend it’s going all right
I don’t suppose you think you’ll find
The inner workings of my mind
(‘cause you)
Can’t see it…
You may think you better than me
And at that point I do agree
But at least I know that I can see
When somebody’s got the better of me
(But you)
Can’t see it…
Say you don’t know me, Say you’ve out grown me
Say you ain’t met me, better still
And if we should meet, out on the street
Don’t you cross the road ‘cause you know I will
(And You)
Can’t see it … (x3)
[Further thunder sounds]
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[The Rain Continues]
Hey!
What’s my name?
What’s my name?
How’d I get here?
Hey!
Remember me
Remember me please
The night ‘till the day
It’s cold
It’s cold as hell
Down here in the well
(I feel alone)
Hey!
What’s my name?
What’s my name?
Remember me
These hours
They light the tears
They raise the fears,
Till they burn like a flame
[A car horn beeps]
Hey.
What’s my name!
What’s my name?
How’d I get here?
It’s hard
It’s hard in the head
With a hole in the head
And a leaky brain
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5. |
The Darkest Day
03:28
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You may be at the end of life
You may be born anew
But I know that come the end
You will be a-runnin’ too
You may be the next in line
Maybe you have jumped the queue
But I know that come the end
You will be a-runnin’ too
You may speak naught but lies
You may speak the honest truth
But I know that come the end
You will be a-runnin’ too
[The chorus enters]
You may thing that I am wise
You may take me for a fool
You will be a-runnin’ too
[Coda]
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6. |
Everything Is Gone
00:29
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Sit on down now sugar
Take a little rest now easy
I have come to see you sigh
God I miss you lately,
How my eyes have burned
With every little smile that’s come my way
And heaven knows we’re angry
At the lot’s we’ve drawn
But we can cast those lots away
So rest your head down honey
Rest your little head on mine
Tonight we’ll throw it all away
(And then I’ll sing)
I’ll throw away all my charm
It’s as useless as a false alarm
Come on angel light my way
I’m sick of all the years I’ve stalled
Like a man at a masquerade ball
I’m tired of slipping away.
Phone cards that have got no money
Post cards that ain’t that funny
I’m sick of living the life I lead
I paid a poet pennies,
For some prose about this city,
He cut me up, to know I bleed
(and then I bleed)
Every minute is another meltdown
Every second is a minute’s breakdown
I’m falling down I’m on my knees
I’d pay the Devil his charge
Just to have you in my arms
My soul is his
but at least my spirit would be free (and)
I’ll throw away all my charm
It’s as useless as a false alarm
Come on angel light my way
I’m sick of all the years I’ve stalled
Like a man at a masquerade ball
I’m tired of slipping away.
Away, away…
Oh….
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8. |
Praised be the Day
04:24
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Praised be the day!
When the lock is turned with our key!
The change that must come will be,
And vision remain
The mist shall concede the day
The fog-of-war leave our minds
Enemies will vanquished be
We’ll regain command
Pain is a muse they say
And anger her poetry
And I am her cavalry
And sometimes her hand
Ignorance is a whore
Sanity her bedfellow
And many times we have fell
From what we should be
What we should be
Is stronger than those before
We must learn to accept
The weakness in man
Temperament rules the way
With troughs full of wasted time
And millions wait there in line
Consumed by the game
Wisdoms become no more
Reasons replaced its thread
And knowledge is sold instead
Of learnt or retained
And all this is borne
By you whose waters have grown
But now on dry land have thrown
The promise away
Confusion’s planted and sown
Calculated and planned
We can’t even raise our hand!
Because we don’t know its there
And silence speaks of defeat
The wind it must carry sound
Clarity must abound
And dust swept away
Fates altered and torn
Truth shall be gained anew
And happiness brought to you
By your own hand
By your own hand
By your own hand
By your own hand
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We while away the desperate day
Back and forth in swift decay
But no more this endless dream
I’ve lined that pit with gasoline
It seems this time we have some say
But every night we’re drawn away
And battered flesh sinew and bone
Have left our minds to walk alone
And so it goes, my brain explodes
(And so it slowly fades away)
And shifting shapes of endless dreams
The flood the Nile you kept within
These Killing Words they come between
A kind of lie, a kind of scream
And so It goes, my soul implodes
(And so it slowly fades away)
[Utterances]
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10. |
Prometheus & Io
06:13
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She came,
And planted a rose for me
And every day she blew my mind
And I’m alone again
I groan again
But one day I’ll be whole and then!
She came to me
and when she smiled at me she blinded me
For her face was the sun
But in the darkness
She was swept away (yeah) by the Wheel of Fate
And every day now I’m alone
She came,
From the land of the Cherokee
And she said that she was one
And then she laughed when I spoke with my pathetic tongue
And said she’d have to fly away
We watched the road away as it turned to silver grey
From its honey golden brown
And I tried to fight the night away as it turned to day
But in the end the day it won
(it won, it won…)
She came
Across the burning sea
On that lovely day
I sat among the falling leaves
As she came up toward the trees
From the beach
She came toward me
And I knelt before She
And She said that “I adore thee,
I adore thee!
I adore the way you smile for me
And try for me
So keep on trying for me baby
Yeah now my baby
We can be as one"
(As one as one…)
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Well you know that I don’t care
When I come home to find there’s flowers in your hair
That is just a pipe-dream full of despair
For I know that I will not have you my dear
And it drives the point straight home to me again
Yes it drives the point straight to me again
Yes it drives the point straight home to me again
Yes it drives the point straight home to me again
Don’t let the day be judged by me
I am a lonely drunken man, I cannot see
I wouldn’t have no faith even if I believed
I can’t see no kindness so I’ll never grieve
And it breaks me in two again
Yes it breaks me in two again
This all breaks me in two again
Yes it breaks me in two again
And this drives the point straight home to me again
Yes this drives the point straight home to me again
This all drives the point straight home to me again
Yes this drives the point straight home to me again
(well) I hope this drives the point straight home to you again
I hope this all drives the point straight home to you again
I hope this all drives the point straight home to you again
I hope this all drives the point straight home to you…
To You …
To You…
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The Killing Words London
My mind is an ashtray
Filled with coins-
But an ashtray nonetheless
Dreams of avarice,
dreams
of returning to the fold. Dreams
of St. Francis of Assisi- out there all alone
Naked within the wilderness,
vision well-sprung bittersweet
bearing down on the bottom of the barrel-
But dreams of avarice nonetheless.
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