1. |
Midnight Madness
06:46
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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
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2. |
Paraffinalea
07:12
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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
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3. |
Masters of War
10:13
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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
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4. |
Yellow
06:12
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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
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5. |
Imperial Hotel (Extract)
10:11
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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
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6. |
Open Up
08:14
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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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7. |
Lament for Alex
02:34
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8. |
All Alone
03:11
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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
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9. |
Three Piece Suite
13:45
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"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
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10. |
It Couldn't Be You
06:10
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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 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
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11. |
Poisoned Youth
17:14
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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
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12. |
Nanogram
05:24
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