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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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Evoke (awaken mental images acceptable in girl) 03:39
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Zorn 01:51
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(instrumental)
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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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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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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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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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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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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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Nymph(oid barbarian in dinosaur hell) (remastered) 03:55
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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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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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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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released September 18, 2020

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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. ... more

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