1. |
Shape in every Cloud
02:37
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, all good children gonna go to heaven
do they, do they now?
8, 9, 10, 11, 12, zero, i ain´t gonna be your hero
won´t i, won´t i now?
there´s a shape in every cloud,
a mystery in every day
who can live every single day
like it was their last?
big fish, little fish swimmin in the water
every day you live, your life gets shorter
don´t it, don´t it now?
mama caught a chicken, and she squeeze it real tight,
oh pretty baby keep on doing that all night!
why don´t you, why don´t you now?
the animals went in two by two,
pickin on their bones was a one-eyed crow
lord help me, help me please!
hush pretty baby, don´t say a word,
daddy´s killed all the bees and birds,
how could he, how could he now?
there´s a shape in every cloud,
a mystery in every day,
but i don´t care what you say or do
just be forever blue
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2. |
Holes
04:59
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found myself walking down that old road again,
when i turned around and realized it really ain´t the same
i heard the chinese say, you never cross the same river twice,
but the further i go, the thinner seems to get the ice
keep on hearin´of all these people so desperately lookin for reasons to die,
instead of tryin to figure out. how to live and why
don´t be jealous, of a simple mind
for you, who i don´t know
where the first one in my life
and blessed are the ones,
who are allowed to dig their own holes
i met the witches of the moors, of the meadows and the shores,
they grabbed me by the neck, dragged me to the shadows, put me on the floor
you may say, i never quite was the same, as i was before
but put me in any room, i´ll find the lock, the light, the key and the door
so, don´t be jealous of a simple heart
for you, who i don´t know
where the last one in my life
and blessed are the ones who are allowed to dig their own holes
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3. |
Let You Down Easy
03:51
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a frail delight
of times long gone
flickering in the night
the game´s still on
you know, i look at life this way
and you know, you can not stay
i will only drive you crazy
but i will let you down so easy
going through the motions
sand is breathing
the deep black ocean
unerneath the feet
you know, i look at life this way
and you, you can not stay,
i will only drive you crazy
and i will make you feel the pain of beauty
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4. |
Gates of Trash Town
02:50
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5. |
Gates of Marble Town
04:48
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i truly wish you all the best,
so why don´t you give it a rest,
because you can´t hurt me anymore
i killed you in my dreams,
in thirteen juicy ways,
now you can´t hurt me anymore
listen to me darling, i will not let you down
i´ll meet you in the end by the gates of marble town
don´t you know that bitterness is a companion from hell
and i intend to live to tell
now there´s nothing left for us to share,
neither happiness, nor dark despair,
and you can´t fool me anymore
keep your hollow grin of satisfaction,
until the day of ressurection,
because you can´t fool me anymore
now i´m appetite alone,
to the earth and to the stone,
and you can´t touch me anymore
you see, i got coal and iron in my veins,
and i can´t feel no more pains,
and you can´t touch me anymore
so listen to me darling, i will not let you down,
i´ll meet you in the end, by the gates of marble town,
and where there is no doubt, there you will find no truth,
so won´t you listen to my blues
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6. |
Nightingale
02:36
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bumble bees were humming my thoughts,
swallows were painting the blue sky,
i didn´t ask them why
moon was jumping over the cow,
beetle bugs were singing meow,
i didn´t ask them how
but when i heard the nightingale,
delighting in my forest,
mushrooms, berries, moonflowers
i poured into my chalice
when i heard the nightingale,
i knew, she was calling me
fireflies were jumping left, right
dancing to the cicadas hollow cries,
i didn´t ask them why
owls were hooting at the night,
oriols were crying the end,
i didn´t ask them when
but when i heard the nightingale,
lamenting in my palace,
hemlock, nightshade, bleeding hearts,
i poured into my chalice,
when i heard the nightingale,
i knew she was calling me
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7. |
Ballad of a Ghost
04:13
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you didnt ask for my name, you just took it,
i don´t want no ticket,
´cause i ain´t gonna ride on your train
i don´t wanna talk to you on the fone,
i ain´t never gonna call this place my home,
and i sure as hell don´t wanna see you in my room
i´m just sitting here thinking, contemplating,
waiting for the end of your world
sitting here thinking, smoking and drinking,
waiting for the end of your world
i really hate what you do, and i know you do, too
there´s nothing in the world you could do to make me follow you
´cause i really hate what you, and i can see that you do, too
so don´t you try to tell me everything is just fine
´cause i can the darkness crawling up your spine,
and the demon smile you now see, well it ain´t mine
and i know, you can hear me talking from way down below,
i know, you can hear me singing from way down below
and you may see my footprints in the melting snow
but you´re just wearing a mask - and i´m a ghost
who´s just sitting here thinking, contemplating,
watching the end of your world
just sitting here thinking, smoking and drinking,
watching the end of your world
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