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The Concerts in Japan

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1.
Somebody told me Mr. Pickett had possession of a pocket watch of gold And to who so was the owner of gave immortality What a way to be, knowing that this rumour was provoking my mind You can't stay here, so hide your fear And disappear. That's when you're: Caught in the myth of midnight madness It's the only way you can behold the fate of old man time Something inside me said that many wouldn't stop at the clock stop that night I don't know who so long ago had left the door ajar But finding my way inward from the outside seemed a good idea at the time Extraordinaire! There's no one there You needn't care because you're Caught in the myth of midnight madness And the fairy-light moonshine opens the gate to old man time (Gold-man time, One more time) Outside the candle may flicker Inside the flame may glow on The door is open, I pull down the blind My timepiece is ticking, but hasn't yet chimed Dark gloom, the smell of the room A mystic perception that magic will bloom I lift my head ... but only to find that Each clock in turn Emits a dim light in the shape (Time on time armed with a vision What precision walking in the shape) Of a face ... Who are you? Can you see me? We are the creatures of a timeless world in which we Use the time so as to hide away in (hide away in) Each of us did come here just like you and as you watch us you will join us too I may be a gambler at poker or whist But what sort of rumour could lead me to this To extend my age, may warrant a deal But a life on the mantelpiece doesn't appeal Guarding my ears from this hypnotic tick I won't be the joker completing this trick When the words rhyme that's a sure sign to call on time
2.
Paraffinalea 07:12
Yawning, "Good Morning" Polluting the air He'll follow down where the pelican go Whitechapel Monday in mythical flair Only one-way to the puppet show With a pound in, with a pound in With a pound in With a pound in, with a pound in His pocket That he found in, found in the road Lying in the roadside never to be owed (With a pounding, up, down Pounding upside down, he'll win the show Lying in the roadside never too B.O.'d) Stop, do the hop when your pennants are down Show me the way to the vegetable row Gardens that blossom in pink paraffin Where I can fly my balloony bin With a pound in, ... Rumba in tumbler and tambour-in-tum Hopping a tram Metropoli-tango Triumphing daily with splendid array Public performing at Pimlico How astounding, no one ever helped Him cross the road
3.
Come you masters of war You that build (make) all the guns You that build the death (jet) planes You that build (make) (all) the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know (that) I can see through your masks You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the (this) world (And) For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs (flows) in your veins Let me ask you one question Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness Do (Did) you think that it could? (When its all over) I think you will find When your (And) death takes its toll All the money you make Will never buy back your soul And (So) I hope that you die And your death will come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure (that) you're dead And I'll stand by your grave 'Til I'm sure you're dead
4.
Yellow 06:12
To see the morning sunrise every day I care not where The moments stop at nothing Throughout the sweetness in the air In springtime, I feel like crying A new year is born Rolling one-another never going Home to care Chasing over hillside Knowing that we'll take our share Care not, don't hurry We'll spend all our worries Together alone Fortunes are simple Rely on the dawn alone Taking one-another Sharing out our lover's game Feeling rather self-sure Knowing that it's just a game Reaching out to fall And catch the day before the night
5.
Coming up the drive, there's soon to arrive A young millionaire in his Rolls Royce Like the queen before him, he knows what he likes And this fine country home is the obvious choice Ah young man, young man You're far too blind to realise you're part of her plan Walking through the door, he likes what he sees A man of means, he's not easy to please But he's not thought of Emma, who hates to see things change But he doesn't feel the Imperial Hotel holds something very strange Ah young man, young man You're far too blind to realise you're part of her plan Emma's waiting for him, she's acting out her mime I'll have to play along he thinks, I'll have to take my time So he signs the empty register, the first guest in years And Emma rubbed her wizened hands, dispelling all her fears Ah young man, young man You're far too blind to realise you're part of her plan Follow me, my dear, and the best room shall be yours Our finest is the bridal suite, unused for fifty years Take your time in choosing, a mistake is ill-advised So act the perfect gentleman, and the hotel will be your prize Along the hall and to the right, you'll find the bedroom door Fling it wide and enter in, the bridal ghost is yours He comes to a stop in front of the door and watches her escape His last view of Emma shows she's old no more, he's paid for his mistake Dat-da-der-da-dat-dat-der So now at last he has his wish, he owns this great hotel A prisoner in these four walls and desperate to sell Dat-da-der-da-dat-dat-der Left alone with his memories, he was so much younger then One day his turn will be done and the story begins again Left alone with his memories, he was so much younger then One day his turn will be done and the story begins again
6.
Open Up 08:14
Don't fight it, open up Fools try to hide it, open up All these things are sent to try us You can hope they never find us Things should be much better if you open up
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All Alone 03:11
All alone, they've left me here alone No one here to keep me company Can't you see that it's true When I'm lonely, sad, and blue Nothing I do seems right It's funny when you know there's Nowhere else to go And all I wanna do is cry All alone they've left me here alone Left me here alone to cry All my own, my thoughts are all my own Whether you may think they're right or wrong Still they're there, there to share Although no one seems to care How I write this song In a funny kind of way The words just seem to lay All I have to do is try All alone they've left me here alone Left me here alone to cry
9.
"Follow me round" Is the cry of the mare with each pull of the plough Rhythmic sound In the swing of the chains that are dragging her down And the morning call of the wind Brings the sun from afar "Take me up high" In the voice of the lark singing high in the sky Wandering eye of the farmer below is the only reply And the changing relief of the land Is exposed to the light The break of the dawn is changed by the presence of a stream Weaving its path Through a bed of green The windows of the forest bring very little light The sound of river water flowing by Although the woods may seem Bereft of any life No man can see of sin or strife The creatures of the forest Receiving their first light Come out and join the woodland company Clinging into time of disentangled broken vine Come show me this is mine to breath and hold Throughout abandoned hill a stillness set unreal By image not by two you grew Summer day will shine ... Carry on your way decide at which you want to play Sentimental reason, con, or game? To take you further on would only spoil the fun Can't you feel it higher, growing, never knowing? Sometimes a laugh in a show that's cold When the legend is burning yet not quite sold To the man in the middle it's only a riddle come out of a local rag When they hand you a thing and expect you to sing To the tune of 'A Groom and his Flying Balloon' Till the only resort is the flu that you caught While preparing a dish for someone called 'En Blue' Soak up the flakes of an emptying bowl and go Down river, down reverse, downing in one below Hot on the trail let the wind fill the sail And be leaving from where you are Left to uncover a scene unseen Though the wing of the plover is seldom keen I may open my hands when the garden expands Taking part with an individuality Leg after leg in the line surround All are touching the toes of adjacent ground How can nature resist to make any seed twist Move along, run a long, long way So you turn and resist from this windy place Oh, but is it from me that you hide your face I am now to return to my natural pace And remember today while I walk through my way But the farmer forlorn and the break of dawn Will go fading, fading away
10.
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 always gives the answer... That a long, long time ago (So long) I can't remember when I read about your withered pride And I knew that if I had my chance To make those people dance I could never make you happy For you're under an illusion It couldn't be you, it couldn't be you! You haven't got Could ne May be my baby But if you can't be bothered to think Or give a damn where the money goes Oh, its you who are the problem And its you that When you're weary and feelin' small When tears that are in your eyes begin to fall You know that I'm on your side for maybe there's a chance Some will get the message Well there were times when I tried But everything I touched turned to dust I hurt you; made you cry And all we ever needed was trust Well then it couldn't be you, oh, it couldn't be you You weren't the one I was looking for No, it couldn't be you, oh, it couldn't be you You had it all but I wanted more If you want we can hide behind We didn't even pass the time of day We drew a line in the sand We changed all other plans If I saw you you'd look the other way Well I suppose... always knew That we were bound to fail from the start We tried to pretend that we were just friends But deep down we knew it in our hearts That it couldn't be me, and it couldn't be you God didn't make us that way
11.
Capture youth as youth retains its place Thought the painter as he looked upon his face To taste all wondrous gift … Save no expense My feet to take all paths … Filled rich incense To breathe the pleasures of the earth … Discarding nothing His passion he gave to an actress Played Imogen and Juliet --- she was perfect Silk thread curls on cool white ivory skin A goddess so distant had enraptured him The love that I found on theatre's stage is dead This prince so charming leads my heart instead But no, to me you are the loves you've played If fantasy is dead, the age decays Parting poison make up falling tears like rain The wilting helpless snowflake melts inside its grave Reflected conscience slips away, away, ...away A dream of form in days of thought My lost creation rich restored Will paint your form with every care and grace You are perfect in everything, as a flower blooms in spring Releasing madness from within Beneath this work our very souls do hide Me of my brush, you of your youth are tied to canvas forever Fading never... But evil thoughts turn into twisted life Resounding through his years And the portrait sits and now those scarlet lips have suffered changes Does my eye speak the truth? My wondrous youth No winter marred his face or stained the flower-like bloom of his skin Through summer's vine But wine-like fragrance it fades and it dies He gazed in the glass and sighed... his thoughts drifted by... How I wish that I could steal my youth And the picture bare the age uncouth (Peter Pan on rooftops dancing ever soaked in youth Adonis plays innocence in unrevealed truth) My soul to art I would then betroth; my body left alive unmoved I can stay youthful for all my life And the picture I'll keep from the world's peering eyes My sins it will hold, its face will grow old And all the people will know not why My face is young till the day that I die The gates if the seasons they open and close And the pathways perfection a faltered repose An age elf slips free ascending this tree He sneaks up with ease outstretched arms reaching high So small but so vital his glistening smile The face as with fever is stricken A red bead of dew sickly thickens Scorching his eyesight the charred wrinkled skin His mirror of conscience that burdens the sins "Heaven, helpless, drowned confusion" A satyr looks down from the frame Illusion The blade shines brightly it fills his fingers with hate A veil of darkness descends it bends to his feet A life of lust, mistrust decreasing, visions varnished, stripped unseen Does the eye speak the truth? His wondrous youth
12.
Nanogram 05:24

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