1. |
Piccadilly Square
04:51
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(It’s cold out here in Piccadilly Square)
Underneath the newspaper picture
Underneath the face a brain
Personality
Shaped from go
But
No two hundred quid
Tramp o.k. so what are you?
(It’s cold out here in Piccadilly Square)
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2. |
I Wouldn't Lie To You
04:46
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I made a vow
This vow I keep
I wouldn’t lie to you
I make no secret of it
I shout all my love out loud
I wouldn’t lie to you
You ask a question
Which is “Why is loving so hard?”
Shouldn’t it be easy to do?
Well it is very easy to take love
And fatal to repay with indifference
Which is what so many lovers go through
Together is right for us humans
Love is the glue of our bonds
Without it all things fail to renew
In Christ we can find our humanity
Without missing anything out
I wouldn’t lie to you, never, no
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3. |
Kingdom Come
03:48
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We talk about freedom
As if it was all just a matter of law
We talk about peace while we polish our guns
Don’t we
Imagining paradise pictures
That turn to illusions and fear
The sin-shine makes their colours
Fade out and run
Seek for you freedom above all
Seek for you freedom above all
Seek for you freedom above all
Seek for the kingdom of the Lord…
This talk of position and power
As if they were things we could keep
A whispering darkness
When light has returned
We trespass and willfully torture
The spirit of Jesus who dies
An offering of love-life that none of us earned
So call out to Jesus and He will come
Walking to you through the storm
Maelstromic churning self-centered desire
Offer Him everything that you are
All that is past and to be
Let Him redress you with storm-proof attire
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4. |
Afterwards
05:35
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5. |
For God's Sake
04:33
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Caesars dancing on the brink
Hate the poor because they stink
Kalashnikovs the mullah’s clutch
Killing hands regain their touch
Ignorance and idol fear
States of sin the sick revere
Despair driven from the rear
Hunters hunt the hunted
Glibly stating that it’s all
For God’s sake
Both sides in war for blessings pray
Scatter refugees from fields of play
Financial farmers planting bombs
Crops of death to prove a pointless point
Catholic killers rant and rage
Provo Marxmen come of age
Troubles conscience turning page
Dredging obscure scripture
That might justify more murder
For God’s sake
Haunted eyes in bloated skin
Napalm babies weeping waifs of war
Children always suffer most
Innocents exploded into toast
All of us in some way kill
Unless we trust in Heaven’s will
The only victory we need
The three nails Our Lord buried
Namely Pride, Death and Greed
For God’s sake
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6. |
Green Paper Snow
06:15
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Thirty pieces of silver
Or a front loading washing machine
Cash upon delivery
Re-defines the material dream
Nightmares upon nightmares
Fat coins in a field of decay
Sell yourself for a cheapening price
But at some point you know you must pay
Limited credit, limited thought
Limited company with your green paper snow
In the crumbling courtroom
The judges feel growing distaste
They claim the wool has been torn from their eyes
Yet they’re still blind from the paste
Atrophied and listless
In the light of a colour t.v.
Many souls have been channeled and changed
And carried too far out to see
The snow-storm is howling
As it stretches the armament sales
The ship is listing badly
Tormented by monetary gales
The fantasising passengers
Light candles in front of their clocks
Each of them hoping the hands will go backwards
All dreams to be scotched on the rocks
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7. |
For More Than A Day
06:18
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Refugee go aimless on to leave behind your pain
Worship cash in temporal temples
Back turned to the rain
Words rush through the air
To form a blast of sickened breath
Eyeless idols blankly stare into the solid dusk
Nostrils wrinkling on the stenches which leak put from their husks
Letting innocence be hanged and thrown down in the dust
Gathering round the big machines now left to rot and rust
Department stores sell shiny sores to stick upon your skin
Design their special goods to fall apart when you’re not in
Intricate imbalances drop earthwards shafts of light
From crushed and broken clouds whose creaking mass devours the night
Your ladies wear bright ribbons and stand baying at the moon
Your men rub ashes into their faces with a tarnished silver spoon
Men in khaki uniform perfect a reverend skill
Dictated by a bunkered big man whom knows his power drill
Doesn’t it sound crazy to you?
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8. |
My Soul
05:47
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She says she has to go
To meet the One who calls her
She begs me and I know
I can no longer hold her
I feel her restless yearning
I fell her movements quicken
I know that if I chain her
She might well die grief stricken
My soul
I’ve loved her all my life
I must let her fly to Him
For she must be His wife
And cross the river through Him
My soul
I stand at desert borders
Inside ecstatic dancing
Her feet as light as children’s kisses
No thought of backward glancing
My soul
Eternal life awaits me
There will be no divorcing
The bride form her beloved
The love between them coursing
My soul
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9. |
Slow One
04:58
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Oh you hear us
And now and then we all replace
True sentiment with nothing
But sentimentality
Oh you hear us
And now and then we all get selfish
And hurt the people we care for
And now and then
And now and then
And now and now
Forever
And when I asked
Why I did not have all the love I needed
I got my answer
I got my answer
Because I did not give away
All that I had
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