1. |
But
03:45
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But
I had dreams of a life that was peaceful and quiet
A petrified flaming existence
Trees swaying slightly over sand, and in the distance
Scintillating rhythms of the hi-hat
I would have been so happy on my own
I mean, I was one, and I was rather left alone
Then just before I might have died I got lost without a guide
Whoah, I was fried
Ten dirty niggers and a silver soothe
Glasses and glances and tears in a phone-booth
Whoah, tears in a phone-booth
Chorus:
Save me the child
Let’s never grow old and always be wild
Hijack my heart
Let never the power take over
Then I ran into a slumborn dancing-man
He said: “Yo, man, party as hard as you can!”
‘n’ I said: “Man, I feel no need to party
The world around don’t seem that hearty
And I hate the way you brag
And I hate the way you prance
But all the same you make me dance
And I like them looney tunes, uncouth
They make me lose my legging
Balding brutes and three sanyassins
Bag the lot by blatant bragging
Time for some serious gagging?”
Chorus:
Save me the child
Let’s never grow old and always be wild
Hijack my heart
Let never the power take over
Solo
Oh, please, let’s keep things silly
Last one laughing is a willie
I like my music mad
And then I’d like the things I’ve never had
Things I’ve never had
Chorus:
Save me the child
Let’s never grow old and always be wild
Hijack my heart
Let never the power take over
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2. |
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Evoke (awaken mental images acceptable in girl)
There are no problems, that’s the way it looks at first
You’re happy with a person who can quench your every thirst
Then your mind swivels, she works you with chisels
Of laughter and lust, of the voice and the eyes
How you go down the path you must
Your heart will tell you lies
You must have never forgotten how much guilt lies in your past
Look in her eyes, it hits you at last
All that she was, and more to add
How could you not have expected this?
What’s with your mind? Things are really amiss
It’s her scent, strikes unawares
It’s her eyes, angels fly in pairs
Pass by her door, come back no more
First impressions always last
Oh, but Pebbles, let me make you coffee in the morning
Strong and black, without a warning
There’s nothing quite as beautiful as Pebbles’ eyes at dawn
Her softly broken voice that whispers in between every yawn
Pebbles is it love, Pebbles, is it foolishness
That makes me long so badly to caress you
Press you to my heart?
Let’s forget the past and kinda make a new start
Pebbles, how come I don’t dare to say I love you?
Well I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you
Nobody said it is so hard
Just to kill the flames of the heart
Should this pass? They say time will heal
But I never paid, and it’s hot on my heel
And I can’t make my heart see
It rakes havoc over me
The way it looks to me
I will never be that free
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3. |
Gloeboe
04:26
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Gloeboe
Als ik in leven blijve, als ik de diepte zie
Als ik droom van jou (jou!), buiten in de kou met mie
Als ik boompjeklim en vruchtjesmijt
Compleet mijn bioritme kwijt
Dan kus ik kanonnen, maar droom ik op bonnen
Het Oude Zuivelhuis, droom van mijn jeugd
Toonbeeld van klantvriendelijke deugd, joe sie
Dat ik het mooiste schrijve, aan haar, mijn evenknie
Als ik kook voor mij (mij!), hongertochten moeten nie
In de zomerzang het inpikzand
Opeens volkomen uit de hand
Dan trek ik met messen en steek ze in flessen
Chorus:
Hei, diedeldei, frisse Yoghurt diep in mij
Levend door mijn lever heen
En al mijn hersens flubberbrij
Joep, doedeldoe, meervoud maakt het monster moe
Hee, leef ermee, zeef de weegbree van de thee
Ja, raad me na, denk niet aan vanillevla
Ploink, oink oink oink
Doe met ons skrwoinklzoink
En in de zware luchten, daar vliegt mijn goede fee
Zo komen wij (wij!) elke avond op t.v.
Van Avezaat tot Zevenhuis, intens is alles superpluis
Dus dans met de mensen, verfrommel je wensen
Het Oude Zuivelhuis, bron van mijn vreugd
Kermisbeer, er is teveel gezeugd ermee
Wij slaken zwarte zuchten in een bevuilde zee
Wat zijn we blij (blij!), zandstormzonnen maakt tevree
In het tegenlicht en hyperblauw
Alles, ja alles ruikt naar jou
Dus dans ik als lamme en sterf ik in vlammen
Chorus:
Hei, diedeldei, frisse Yoghurt diep in mij
Levend door mijn lever heen
En al mijn hersens flubberbrij
Joep, doedeldoe, meervoud maakt het monster moe
Hee, leef ermee, zeef de weegbree van de thee
Ja, raad me na, denk niet aan vanillevla
Ploink, oink oink oink
Doe met ons skrwoinklzoink
Yabba!
Bridge
Als ik in leven blijve, en als ik toekomst zie
Als ik frank en vrij (vrij!) vrij met jou maar dan met drie
Als je monstervreest en spookjeziet
Je kop zo lek als een vergiet
Het went wel, maar langzaam
Kom, klim uit je dakraam!
Het Oude Zuivelhuis, oh, groot geneugt
Bacteriebeat die hele jaren heugt, maar wie?
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4. |
Here
04:12
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Here
You’re bad – I’m good
I’m bad – you’re good
We be as we should
We’re evil, beneficial
Distant and here
Friendly, malevolent
laughter and tear
Baby, we’re humans
learn to just see
there’s nothing exceptional
to you and me
‘xcept that we are what
we don’t like to be
fragile and monstrous
sinking at sea
welcome to earth, will you walk it with me?
You’re sad – I’m mad
he’s raving – we’re had
every other mom’s a dad
There’s nothing odd
to the way people plod
along
and while we worry, we must not forget
to inexplicably burst into song
Baby, we’re humans
learn to just see
there’s nothing exceptional
to you and me
‘xcept we can beat what
we don’t like to be
fragile and monstrous
sinking at sea
welcome to earth, now please walk it with me
Baby, we’re humans
learn to just see
we are exceptional
, you and me
yes we can be what
we do like to be
happy and joyous
inspiring and free.
welcome to earth, walk it with me
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5. |
I
04:54
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I
Bring myrrh and frankincense, and I will be your baby
And if you change the hay, I’ll survive, maybe
Save me from Herod’s hoods and we’ll show them who is boss
Be my Pilate, baby, I will climb that cross
I should love to climb that cross – I’ll love it
Let’s indict these shepherds with a negligence of flock
They peer into the stable in a state of shock
I’m having feelings here I haven’t had before
Away the manger, we are curling on the floor
On the floor, oh, that floor, and
Chorus:
We’ll walk the water, tread the wild wave
All these great men we’ll outbrave
Come, shake ’em, let’s hit the unknown
Even a messiah hates to be alone
The world is your oyster, yours if you wish
Look, what I do to this bread and these fish
If you get thirsty, well, that’s just fine
You bring me water and I’ll produce wine, yes
We’ll walk the water, tread the wild wave
Come be my master – I’ll be your slave
I make the lame man walk, I make the blind man see
But you can make my water run, that’s what you do for me
Make this belly tingle, these organs burn
Come to me, my darling, feel this body yearn
How this body yearns – how it burns
You’d better stop these tears in your eyes
Sadness is useless and the world’s full of lies
Take my hand, let’s get high
Chorus:
We’ll walk the water, tread the wild wave
All these great men we’ll outbrave
Come, shake ’em, let’s hit the unknown
Even a messiah hates to be alone
The world is your oyster, yours if you wish
Look, what I do to this bread and these fish
If you get thirsty, well, that’s just fine
You bring me water and I’ll produce wine, yes
We’ll walk the water, tread the wild wave
Come be my master – I’ll be your slave
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6. |
Pan
03:26
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Pan
The knife in shades of brown, ragged, dumped and battered
But royal in his stance aside a ring of fire
Hunt him down, never tire
The surge of straight society
Is pinning your gaze to reality
Let go – there is more to do
I’ve got more to show you
Like: never overestimate yourself
A schizofrenic glaze in the eyes of the man who drives around
On four flat tires
Your sister cuffed with ironwire
And found a few weeks later by the remnants of the fireplace
He built to light the blaze of passion
They should shoot him now
The gain could never be higher
Never underestimate them either
Bottle after bottle of pain after lust
I’ll drink up, no worries, and catch the wind’s every gust
Then, dusting down, my horns will rise
Amidst my moonlit flutter there will be terror in my eyes
It’s a dark beach, a very long one, if you walk it alone
And it’s pretty bad to see the sun moves faster than you
And it’s taking your bone
You want to lie down, but it’s getting colder
And the water is deep all around
The blur of white in front of you
Is the length of non-existant poison ivy
And the faces in the grey
Staring at you from a past as bleak as the day
Are as much of a nutcase as we
There must be more than my eyes can see
Give us eyes and let us look
Write us words of wisdom in a book
We shall buy it ’til it’s vanished from the shelves
But bending down on both sides our minds are our hides
There is so much crap, so do not trust
Sanctify madness, and die if you must
We have both had enough, there is only so much
One can put on a postcard, that is, if you write as such
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7. |
Roquefort
03:18
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Roquefort
Some tongue says it’s a bell of dust over town
A French stench, a Dutch dusk, blue turned too brown
I’ve seen it from the Mediterranean, way up in the air
I thought the place had burned down, fell into despair
And one month later failed to notice the trees
Were clad the same shade, no longer aware
Can you believe I could not stop to stare?
Crowds of speeding vehicles and layers of slayersmoke
Are becoming more intensive, it might just be time we croaked
Spit our insides on the table, leave our children here to die
The Lord said: go and multiply – and Lord, we multiplied
I don’t think Belgium’s greatest poet ever really lied
It’s time we turned the heat down if we don’t want to get fried
Which might just be tough on Jekylls who are also Mr. Hyde
We have taken ourselves for a pretty long ride
They’ve got me cornered
Four green eyes in a cool grey kitchen
Their eyes are moving fast
Their fourteen lids keep twitching
I have to scratch my limbs
‘Cause everywhere I’m itching
And they tell me I cause their disease to be
I wish they would only be friendlier to me
“Burn your cities and burn your farms
Your cars, your wives, your children
Send the whole place up in dazzling sparks, but
Try to save your own neck from cutting through itself
There’d be no end to the laughter above you
Around you the multitude of weirdos would astound you
Room to live and rooms to let
You’d hire them? You bet
Your life on your own cook-ups instead”
Our love of life forfeits our living for ourselves
We blame our helplessness and everybody else
We’re bound and yet we claim we are the gods themselves
And lock ourselves away in private padded hells
Our dirt engulfs the globe and punishes the world
That let us run around on it, our petty flags unfurled
We should have been extinguished when our first flame curled
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8. |
Trace
02:51
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Trace
Raise every freak who will murder for dirt
The word of our Lord, brothers, must be heard
You gave us freedom of one-station speech
And a very romantical death on the beach
Try to find quiet, seek to come away clean
Not only lean guys will prove to be mean
Chorus:
Home needs a range, have fire will bear
How to ban bad from within your own lair?
Silent and strange, strangeness and charm
‘I love you so’ and ‘Where do I arm?’
We are a firebase in a state of alarm
Raise every voice for the bird that can’t fly
But never to speak as murder goes by
People believe what they see on tv
I need to sleep, don’t you Winfrey me
Chorus:
Home needs a range, have fire will bear
How to ban bad from within your own lair?
Silent and strange, strangeness and charm
‘I love you so’ and ‘Where do I arm?’
We are a firebase in a state of alarm
Bridge:
Dontcha fool us, we was made with eyes to free
We rule us, if we only wish to be
Can’t shake us, we is absolutely free
But I lie awake at nights, feel the faces I can’t see
Need the places I won’t be
Have my fire walk with me
Seek a bleeding trace of me
A trace of me
Keep me posted, but don’t expect me
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9. |
Wednesday
05:12
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Wednesday
Call on the Acropolis, and ask the gods to come down
Let’s see what they think we made of their world
Let’s see if Zeus’s lightning will be hurled
Towards us, down upon us
It’s time we had a judgement of our deeds
The way we mangled nature to fullfill our needs
The signs are on our walls, they’re ominous
The way we treat eachother’s murderous
Wednesday I had such a pretty view
Of what a group of looselet humanoids can do
You put them all together in one room
They’ll pluck eachother’s lives in their full bloom
They turned a game of ball into a kill-them-all
I saw it all before, how come it never
Gets to be a bore? Have I to see this more?
Will Wednesdays ever after knock like evil madmen
On our feeble door, have we to see this more?
Call on the Capitol, ask the Hill to explain
How come the man who now lives in the White House
Is just a face to beat us ’round the bush with
A small note in a three letter refrain
It’s time they had a judgement of their deeds
The way they mangled people to fulfil our needs
The Tien An Men shows signs are ominous, and
Death will defeat the murderous
I don’t have to fight them with songs
But I deal my blows and try to excavate their wrongs
So fateful, the Wednesday when the Bushman climbed the Hill
And told the gathered people of his will
I heard the birds fastly scatter, fly away from the Mad Hatter
Maybe they could understand him better
But we have broader view, you see
There is no place to run to
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10. |
Zorn
01:51
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(instrumental)
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11. |
Amber (remastered)
03:29
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Amber
Go sit on a faraway stone in the advent of strong suppositions
Leave us alone but never fail to man your positions
If you have the will to, you must spring your mind
Let wander off warlocks and those of their kind
Have you beached yourself down by the Balinese
Flung through the blue in the back with John Cleese
You will know what to poach a prawn simply can mean
If you tangle you up in the coastline bush
In the end you will land in a mountain of cushions
Aeons further up, alineas away; doggone, exstray
Extras for the paperboy that sang so sad in Illinois
Entrees on the table, in death sadly poised
And cutlery that looks so indefinitely clean
Must it then all be thrown away
My mother, who has never bothered to bother
Has just had a hurricane blast by her head
The earthquake is yet to come hard as the other
Yet sweeter the name than it ever has had
Rack you up with a pack and opt out to the outback
See if you believe the slack black story
Bass history is a moving, is a hurting black story
Ever had a loggerhead begging you for crusts of bread?
Your onomastics, by the way, would go berserk on that
And if you’ve never had the Everest for breakfast
Then it’s time that you did
There’s better things to do than what you do
‘Cause you just sit and cultivate your heammorrhoids
And play with all your worldly toys
But come the day of judgement, you’re no more than just a noise
I’ve heard the noise of the wind through the ashes
On the side of volcanoes that left their great gashes
Embedded in earth that had never seen worse
And the minds of the folk that must
Live with the curse of hereditary rectilinearity
Familiarity with pigdom comes as no surprise
If you have seen the water behind the dam rise
And so I feel I’m better off for what I have been through
And contrary to how you feel, the same is there for you
It takes a voidness of the mind to have yourself come up with money
But after that you’re on your way to stranger milk than honey – hit it!
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12. |
Cusp (remastered)
05:10
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Cusp
Out of my head, it’s happening
Should see a shrink, must see him soon
I’m far too far for fervent fractures
To chap and chafe my flaking face
To a bit part in a sorry scene
The cusp of a cutlass, a Charteris heart in swoon
A brand new start in a doldrums
Dolman sleeves in a dolly, dollywollywooh
A donatory dolt wrapped up in eidolons
Egad! An encumbrance burns like a bolt
The lager’s done, laggardly laryngoscopy approaches me
Help me
To still the stipend from Happy Ness
My God, if any, she’s a monster
Stigmatize her, be yanked by the heart
Feel freshed, make another start instead, that’d be smart
Ride the caravan of my hungry heart
Carabanzerai with me
Good God, Iglesias must book me
Ban me ’round another bend
And I must now enframe his endogamousness
Enfetter his gland
It is his pretty face that’s gone without a trace
If I ever get close to it
Burn my past, hold me fast
Jump the bloody swallow
Try and hold me from leaving
This barbed wired wallow
Stop me here, then leave me
All my pride to swallow
Take my hand and land me
Back in Crickhollow tomorrow
One drink should drive drunks way away from me
Cusp!
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13. |
Drab (remastered)
05:35
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Drab
In the street where I live there are flags of celebration
Someone has undoubtedly just managed graduation
To now step out into the world, forever to be free
But the only sentiment I feel’s I’m sorry it’s not me
Longing for innocence, searching a reference
Sick of the ignorance lurking in the tenements
In the factory I work in I get sneers of condemnation
From the pack of minor faces drawn to rude pontification
To now step out into the world, forever to be free
And hunt the bloody earth from mountain-range to deep-blue sea
Longing for innocence, seeking deliverance
Sick of the hindrance plunging from the tenements
Chorus:
Run from me now before I run from you
Hide in stupidity, my anger is true
Love may be blind, but then I’ve only hatred
The devil and I understand we are mated
And in my spare time I grow horns for a change
And after a tail, so to whip you at range
Scram before I can get closer to you
I may look like I’m friendly
But nothing’s less true
The thinking I’ve done has enlightened my mind
I’ll leave by tomorrow and show you my hind
Like you did me so many times in the past
I might even turn gay, just to leave you aghast
In time I know the world will be a fair bit brighter
And the burden in my head will seem a megakilo lighter
But for now, the street in which I live
Has nothing that may please me
This just isn’t quite my kind of day
I need a beer to grease me
Longing for drunkenness, peace and quiet emptiness
Sick of the pressure, ready for leisure
And if I seem to be a trifle depressed
Then remember it’s the doings of you and the rest
The silent corps of working heavies who keep pestering me
So dangerously they still tamper with me
Longing for my weekend, a campsite and a leaky tent
Sick of the pressure, ready for leisure
Solo
Chorus:
Run from me now before I run from you
Hide in stupidity, my anger is true
Love may be blind, but then I’ve only hatred
The devil and I understand we are mated
And in my spare time I grow horns for a change
And after a tail, so to whip you at range
Scram before I can get closer to you
I may look like I’m friendly
But nothing’s less true
The thinking I’ve done has enlightened my mind
I’ll leave by tomorrow and show you my hind
Like you did me so many times in the past
I might even turn gay, just to leave you aghast
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14. |
Feast (remastered)
05:00
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Feast
With friends all together it’s so hard to say goodbye
Leaving at a party makes me wanna cry
Dragged inside again it’s like floating in a womb
The floor is shaking, a ceiling’s breaking
I hear enchanting melodies in an opposite room
Step aside, please, I’m heading for the beer
I’m a big boy now, I conquered all my fears
I used to be someone who didn’t know what to think
Of all those hip folks out there dressed in neon pink
The kitchen’s crowded, there’s party everywhere
Just lift any carpet and you will find people under there
In the bathroom girls are powdering noses
Fiddlin’ with their bras dotted with tiny roses
I’m in a garden where flowers soon will bloom
You know my karma is green as a tree?
Do you want my phone-number, or shall I give you my key?
Last night I had a dream, being the leadsinger of the Jackson Five
Have you seen Twin Peaks, and can you do the jive?
Chorus:
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
It’s almost midnight, booze just stopped flowing
They want some people to get it, but I’m not going
Let me sit here for a while, and have a little peace
What do you mean, I’m sitting on your goat-milk-cheese?
You mean this cracker is your party-dinner?
Well, I’m gonna dance again, I feel like the world’s greatest sinner
Chorus:
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
Bridge
I think I’m leaving, I’m hot and I’m steaming
It feels like chili, moist with spicy semen
Before this feast transforms into a beast
I gotta get outta here and cover myself with sheets
Well, goodbye now, and have fun, my dear
Oh… you just opened another can of beer
Now I missed the nighttrain, the bus and everything
‘n’ I’ve got no bicycle, but what the hell, this lager makes me sing
Chorus:
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
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15. |
Jugular (remastered)
04:57
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Jugular
Sweet Mother of God, there’s a whole load of bad coming down
It’s a plummeting ’round on me
So many doors open up, but I can’t go through one of them
Every door houses evil, and evil don’t bore
There are women and war, and they often come to forge
In the minds of the men, and it makes me regorge, regorge
Man overboard – come cut the umbilical chord
It’s like being the babe
About to be cut into halves by the sword – oh, to be bored
Bad luck – I’m stuck; oh, to get out – big rain
It comes and floods my big brain
It’s a sensual affair – if you dig the kink there
Running from the big bear
Tough muck – wet guck; oh, to do you – oh, to fuck you
What sight – I’d find this cause for bloodfight
It’s a murderous affair – once you dig the kink there
Rock ‘n’ roll the big bear
Flash, light! It is a sight to make you throw up
And yet you long to see her cringe
And make her sweet thighs come dup
It is a pain to come to this here again
To ride this thought-train
Kinda sad that it is you you’ve had
To know that all the things she said
Are birds that fly away and kill for lesser things
To find that all she wants is cupboards full of rings
To feel the creaking of the springs
Oh, to turn up all to take it
Oh, to burn up all to make it
Oh, to turn up all to take it
Oh, to burn up all to make it
Take these lies and stuff them in a bag
Too big to take it home to any hag
You know that if you make the jump there’s bad to come
It is the home you’ll miss, chum
Now, think – now, think!
Sweet Mother of God, there’s a whole load of bad coming down
It’s a-showering ’round on me
So many doors to pass through, but I can’t go through one of them
Every door leads to you, and you really don’t bore
There is war over women I’d rather just let past
It is time to come home, and to rest here at last – at last
I trail the voice of liberty
Man overboard – don’t cut the umbilical chord
I will not be the babe about to be cut into two by the sword – oh, to be bored
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16. |
Ko Kra (remastered)
03:54
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Ko Kra
Could we live that long
Amidst the tidal waves on a barren rock?
How can we hold our peace, forever the brave
And let them have their stock?
Schweizer on Ko Kra, the man, the tsunami
And a whole world deaf, dumb and blind
To the drunken belch and the gale of laughter
As he rapes her, from behind
The pain without the pleasure, rococo ribs on the rocks
This grief beyond our measure
The strands of her beautiful locks
Would we do the same
Jump from safety into a raging sea?
How would we banish our fear
And become the tear cried over a refugees plea?
Would we rather put our lives at stake
Than stay home for afternoon tea?
Schweizer on Ko Kra, the force of compassion
And a world that shuts its eyes
To the cries of pain, and the sounds of torture
And a million political lies
The pain without the pleasure, rococo ribs on the rocks
This grief cannot be measured
By the number of people it shocks
Can you feel the pain behind the words I sing
Or are you irritated, like the Thai by Schweizer
Or hurt by the verbal sting?
Would you rather save some people here
Than forget the whole damn thing?
Well, forget then this island, the people, the storms
Like the whole world deaf, dumb and blind
To the drunken roar and the gale of laughter
As you erase this from your mind
The pain without the pleasure, rococo ribs on the rocks
This grief that knows no measure
The strands of her beautiful locks
But can you live that long
With the knowledge of this cruel rock?
Can you hold your peace, forever the brave
And let them keep their stock, and
Will you sleep that sound in the blood of hundreds
Counting away a jumping flock?
(now you can go where people are one)
(now you can go where they get things done)
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17. |
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Nymph(oid barbarian in dinosaur hell)
Cold blue morning, pale grey sky
It must be Sunday, don’t ask me why
And in the bushes by the side of the road
Small desert life slips into morning mode
I feel the wheels of fortune riding with me
Tranquil acquiescence as I ride to the place I’ll never be
As I ride to the place I’ll never see
Look for the dustcloud, that’s where I’ll be
Dark knight in a deep dark night
I trail the voice of liberty
I used to have a ladyfriend of somewhat pale complexion
Now she don’t like the way I’ve led the prophet’s resurrection
She beds the big Neanderthal with the holster on his hip
She lets the slime her mind enthrall, she curves to the cracking of his whip
I hold the key to history, your future in my hand
It’s really easy, you will see, the riddle of the sand
Dream of drugfree loving, fish and play your tee
Do your bit of shoving, but don’t you Kennebunkport me
Say, don’t you Kennebunkport me
I used to be your Captain Kirk – now I deal in firework
That’s right – I deal in firework
Love and understanding, peace and unity
And all the money in the world; and most of it for me
Trips to Brazil, and a licence to kill
If you don’t flunk it, some other guy will
And I’ve been down your street, and up your hill
Pack your bags, leave the barren land
Hold on to your pants, or I’ll fuck you where you stand
When you’ve lost the fleas you haven’t lost the scars
As many of them on you as Tripoli has bars
Yeah, and Tripoli has bars!
So I’ve grown on your tree, and you think that I am nuts
And all this time you are, really, scared of me
‘Cause I invoke your spending cuts
You’ll lose your heart in the wasteland where I dwell
I am the nymphoid barbarian in dinosaur hell
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18. |
Qualm (remastered)
05:49
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Qualm
She may be called Confiance, she may be nicknamed Bird
She may be going slow or be by dieselmotor hurled
I’ll rename her Bugger Off and take her out of here
Avenging fury, scournfully ploughing through the atmosphere
Every cloud should run about
And trail the passing storm away
And each new day in different ways
Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom
She’d bear me blissfully through unwide long canals
Across great seas, obeying none but me, and her beloved Baals
Every mile would take a while to drop into the widening gap
But drop it would, the way the water always should, into the earth’s lap
Every cloud should run about
And trail the passing storm away
And each new day in different ways
Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom
Chorus:
Get me out of here, leave me be
Set me free, but don’t give me your stupid muttering
Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic
The will to flee from social cluttering
Why can’t I be left alone to love you (freedom!)
To hold my hands up high above you?
And if the ship falls short of reaching me in time
I’ll have to find a plane or train to take me from the grime
A car, a bus, well anything in fact could do the work
Anything to get away, to split the homefront mirk
Every cloud should run about
And trail the passing storm away
And each new day in different ways
Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom
Chorus:
Get me out of here, leave me be
Set me free, but don’t give me your stupid muttering
Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic
The will to flee from social cluttering
Why can’t I be left alone to love you (freedom!)
To hold my hands up high above you?
And if I never find a means of transportation
I’ll try to fly away myself by means of levitation
If Buddha fails then God prevails
And I will steal the Popemobile
Anything that moves at all is fit to be my carriage
Anything to save me from my marriage
From my marriage
Every cloud should run about
And trail the passing storm away
And each new day in different ways
Will smile at me and lead the road to freedom
Chorus:
Get me out of here, leave me be
Set me free, but don’t give me your stupid muttering
Sense in me the senseless panic, the headless romantic
The will to flee from social cluttering
Why can’t I be left alone to love you (freedom!)
To hold my hands up high above you?
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19. |
Yutaka (remastered)
05:13
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Yutaka
Grey in the morning a squad car pulls up
To what’s the door of free France to the free Batavia
Oh, free Batavia
And you, Yutaka, you hold the tip of the barrel
Close to the varicose bourgeois veins
Yeah, you, Yutaka, you beat the drum of chaos
With the samurai Stolz-in-death
And these poor people are not that poor after all
Your suicide attempts are on their count
And you are smothered in their oil
And nothin’ keeps you from setting it ablaze
But it’s the purple haze behind your eyes
That fills you up with lies, like
I would not be proof to pull the trigger on you,
but mate, I’d shoot you right between the eyes
Because to me you are the antichrist
to all that I hold true
And though we seem to have the same ideals
I couldn’t mate with you
You are the antichrist
to all that I hold true
And though we seem to have the same ideals
I couldn’t mate with you
You are the antiforce
to all that I hold true
And though we seem to have the same ideals
I couldn’t mate with you
Solo
“Can you tell me apart from the other four
Can you believe these four guys behind me
are breakin’ out in a war?”, she said
And I believed her
She was a bruise, big, blue, black
Carrie in a burnt-out car
Carry her home if you will
My mind ran to standstill
She’s as old as Adam’s apple,
lurking Edeanesque
in the shade of its tree I’d like to hit us with
‘t Would be grotesque
Please, my Lord, set us free
You never told me I had to believe to be
Running out on running out of speed
And greed, for to make dollars with
And creed, for to make dollars with
A dollar’s width is just as wide as you
You’re gross, mate
Get away, dogman posse
You your dog and me my rock ‘n’ roll pose
But get these muts away from me,
you can’t conceive of how I hate
those whoreful heelsnaps thrashing kneecaps
Sprightly spuming earth in murder -chaps
In khaki all that’s good goes flaky
And that’s how they came to
Shoot the chocolate flake down from my cone
Then bore a hole through this here broad
She bears no grudge, she’s as live as sludge
And there is no trace of who she was –
She has no face
She’s skinless, and kinless
All them is dead.
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Yoghurt Haarlem, Netherlands
Yoghurt is a rockband from Haarlem, Holland.
It exists since 1986. Originally a
fivepiece band, it deals in unique music, comparable to none, but with a firm base in symphonic rock like that of Genesis & Marillion, and progrock bands like King Crimson & Primus.
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