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Carmina Burana
03:59
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Latin lyrics:
Semper crescis
Aut decrescis
Vita detestabilis
Nunc obdurat
Et tunc curat
Ludo mentis aciem,
Egestatem,
Potestatem
Dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
Et inanis,
Rota tu volubilis
Status malus
Vana salus
Semper dissolubilis
Obumbrata
Et velata
Michi quoque niteris
Nunc per ludum
Dorsum nudum
Fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
Et virtutis
Michi nunc contraria,
Est affectus
Et defectus
Semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
Sine mora
Corde pulsum tangite
Quod per sortem
Sternit fortem
Mecum omnes plangite
English translation (according to Robert Webb):
Egg dish, egg dish
In there egg wish.
Is there a car in Phyllis?
I sump a duck
You sump a duck
Somehow we both get rickets
In tests our men
Ingest a gem
All we need now are tickets
More cannabis
More cannabis
Don't give no more to Billy.
You stroke the puss
They stoke the puss
I'd rather play with Willy
Old broom-broom car
& velo-car
Micky the Quock just nicked 'em
Prepare thy doom
In the next room:
Mum just bought Scalectrix.
So salve thy wounds...
And make it snappy
Micky is contradictory
He's effective and deficates
And often gets angry.
He's hacked into the village,
taken the cinecamera
... and the adapter
And was last seen dancing the tango.
That should sort him out!
Silly nit.
Some people will do anything for a packet of nuts.
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2. |
Destiny
06:00
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We're living in a world where fantasy & truth are mixed around
All caught up in a reverie; a world turned upside down
All you need is a photograph to prove that life is real.
But hold on. That look! It's very clear to me
That that moment in space is more than reverie.
Pull me back to the Rubicon... and give me my destiny.
Destiny: What will be: Destiny & Fate
We're all caught up in a reverie.
Can't you see it's a mystery?
Mysteries are what's happening now.
But that look on your face, in your smile
It's very clear to me that that look, on your face
Is much more than fantasy
Get me back to the... get me back to the...
Get me back to the Rubicon...
And give me my destiny.
Are you ready for the many of the 'benio'? (not many Benny!)
Well the last time, yes the last time, was the very last time I saw my friend alive
Sitting in his prison cell. His eyes as cold as hell.
I said "Boethius, my friend." "Does your consolation of Philosophy have an end?"
Jesu Christu, Queen Hatshepsut, Michaelangelo. Marco Polo, Leonardo, Lady Di (Diana Spencer)
We're all caught up in a reverie.
It sometimes seems like eternity.
I caught you taking a photograph...
Of your face... and its very clear from your smile
that the memory lingers there...
on that face, for while. Oh its more than reverie.
Get me back to the... get me back to the...
Get me back to the Rubicon... & give me my destiny.
We're all caught up.
Oh can't you see its a misery?
Mysteries are what's happenin'.
We're livin' in a world...
We're all caught up in a reverie.
I'm takin' a photograph.
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3. |
Hymn
03:50
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Long ago, long ago
Well before the Flood
Food growing on the earth fortified.
And a clump of moss or grass
was all one used to wipe one's ----
Ah, sweet water flowing from the brook satisfied.
Then along came an ice age:
man got in a right rage.
He was forced to hunt to stay alive.
For a hundred thousand years
man survived the frozen tears.
Yet, no man wagered war.
Evolution turned a corner:
climes got slowly warmer
Life for neolithic man began to flower
People now were free to roam;
to build ourselves a worthwhile home
and reap the land through sun and shower.
Chatel Huyuk proves today that we can live without a fray
We can sing in harmony.
For a thousand years or more
they did sing and dance and draw.
Still, man made no war.
So it seems a trifle odd
When man created god
That he'd forgotten to respect the chemistry
As the make-up of our gang
We know is built of... Ying and Yang
Truly odd; plain to see.
So it seems to be the case
that to keep them in their place
half the race were cast down on the floor
So that men can rule the roost
... for to give themselves a boost.
Thus, man first made war.
Long ago man first made war.
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4. |
Masters of War
04:18
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Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know I can see through your masks.
You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and un-named
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins.
Let me ask you one question
Is your money THAT good?
Will it buy you forgiveness [fish are jumpin']
And do you think that it could? [cotton is high]
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you make
Will never buy back yr soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
down to your deathbed [and the livin' is easy]
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'til I'm sure that you're dead [summer time].
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5. |
God must be a boogieman
04:23
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He is three
One's in the middle... unmoved
waiting to show what he see's to the other two
To the one attacking; so afraid
To the one that keeps trying to love and trust
...and getting himself betrayed
In the plan, oh, the divine plan...
God must be a boogieman. [Must be a boogieman]
One so sweet, so overly loving and gentle
He lets people into his innermost sacred temple
Blind faith to care
Blind rage to kill
Why'd he let him talk him down to cheap work and cheap thrills?
In the plan, oh, the insulting plan
God must be a boogieman. [Must be a boogieman]
"Which would it be, Mingus?
One, two, or three?"
"Which one d'you think he'd want the world to see?"
"Well, world opinion's not a lot of help
when a man's only trying to find out...
how to feel about himself."
In the plan, oh, the divine plan
God must be a Boogieman
He is three
One's in the middle... unmoved
waiting to show what he see's to the other two
To the one attacking; so afraid
To the one that keeps trying to love and trust
...and getting himself betrayed
In the plan, oh, that cock-eyed plan...
God must be a boogieman. [Must be a boogieman]
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6. |
Timelessness
05:15
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Timelessness...
Timelessness...
We are not those who are here ...today
We are just those who came here to play
A moment's silence in sweet delay
We were the ones who few away
We are not those... who are here to stay
We... are just those who came to say
We had the gift of sweet relay
We ...were the ones who would... fade... a...way
We ...are not those ...who are here in dismay
We ...are just those... who have had their day
A star that shone in disarray
We are the ones ...who went astray
So, we are not those who are here today
We are just those left here to pay.
We are not the old and the grey...
we are the ones who passed... away.
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7. |
Fags, Booze & Lottery
04:47
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Well, the best things in life... they ain't free
They cost money, money; that's all you need
Fags, and booze and the lottery
I don't care what it costs it's the life for me.
Now life in the twenty-first century
will be all about taking; just you see
Thou takest from me and I'll take from thee
& I'll spend it all on fags, and booze & the lottery.
'Ere, what's worse? Going on a demo?
...or having to work every day... to stop
the worry of wondering if... you've got enough money?
Meanwhile, the clerks... accountants... managers...
can be sure of a job. To take the worry away.
And the tax on food, on fags, on beer pays for...
Thousands of slaves... to do pointless jobs...
While the people in control can pilfer
millions of pounds to keep themselves in power.
Did I catch you scivin'. Duckin' and divin'?
Money makes the world go a'...round and round
like a roulette wheel or a merry-go-round
...better earn some money to be sure to be free
to smoke and drink away the profits on the... lottery
I don't care about anyone, part from me
I don't care about anyone (he don't care)
I don't care about any fing else but me...
and fags, and booze, and gamblin' on the... lottery.
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8. |
It Couldn't Be You
04:08
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Day after day, climbing the hill
The man with the worn-out shoes looking perfectly ill
And everybody wants to know him
they can see he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer...
Then a long, long time ago
so long I can't remember when
I read about your wicked pride
And I knew that given half the chance
to make those people dance
I could never make them happy
For they're under an illusion...
It couldn't be you
It couldn't be you
You reckon you got luck on your side
but you ain't got a clue
It couldn't be you
Could never be you
You reckon that your ship will come in
If the papers say they do
But if you can't be bothered to think
Or give a damn where the money goes
Then it's you who are the problem
And it's you that do the damage
When you're weary
And feelin' small
When tears that are in your eyes begin to fall
Don't you know that I'm on your side
For maybe there's a chance
that one will get the message
It couldn't be you
It couldn't be you
You reckon you've got luck on your side
but you ain't got a clue
It couldn't be you
Could never be you
Maybe, just maybe it couldn't be you.
It couldn't be you
Could never be you
Your future's in the roll of a ball...
and they're making fun of you.
It couldn't be you
It could never be you
You haven't got a hope in hell
It could never be you
It couldn't be you
Never be you
You think you got luck on your side
but you haven't got a clue
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9. |
Wheel of Fortune
04:17
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I hit the road when I was just a little boy
(taking the footpath down to auntie Mary's,
watching the world go by from the pram)
I thought that life was great and just another toy
(you built a Meccano model tram)
When I grew up I found that life had more in store
(Entering the fancy dress in the pyjamas,
winning at Margate, then in the Bahamas)
I realized that I was better off before
(Seeing that life is just a sham)
(Chorus)
Spinnin' the wheel of fortune 'round
we're ringin' the changes
Spinnin' the wheel of fortune 'round
Wondering where the ball will land
I simply can't remember the...
...moment when things started going wrong for me
I fell into this tragedy
(He fell into it)
I'm half dead.
(Chorus)
The future's lookin' much brighter for miles around
I get the feelin' that... I could be steppin' on higher ground
When I'm walkin' down the street
I meet people with happy faces...
Goin' places
And its a winnin' race
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me now
(Chorus)
I always knew that I'd be king
'Twas in the stars my destiny
But now I'm bored and wish to see
All men worship ...me
(Chorus)
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10. |
Fine Alley
05:52
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How can I find my way back home from here?
I've travelled far and wide over hill, and vale, and sea
When all my strength has failed
I find there's a road that leads somewhere
I do not know where but it leads somewhere
This fine alley we travel through each day
has many hooks and and snags and nails along the way
Yet would we not choose to have journeyed on
this road, however long
and to think of our fate along the way?
They say there's not enough love to go round and round
on this merry-go-round
Maybe there'll be one day
"The fate of all mankind I see, is in the hands of fools"
If I Iook back in time,
will I find there were those who broke the rules?
"One happy thing is every happy thing" [C.F.Ramuz/Stravinsky]
"Learn to love, and leave all other" [Piers Ploughman/Langland]
"There never were any gods" [Seneka]
"Its the journey, not the destination" [Epic of Gilgamesh]
O Fortuna, statu variabilis
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