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The Ceiling Speaks
06:41
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I am the ceiling, you are the floor above me rising into real
I am deceiving, you are the honesty I pray that I could feel
I am confusion, you are the thought that heals clarity of vision
I am delusions, you are the target struck a shot of pure precision
And how I love you
Some may say it's all unreal, that's not the way I feel
My heartbeat dance and play, nothing more to say…
How well you know me, how much you show me
As you lead me to my goal
Ferryman row me across deep waters to the calm side of my soul
Where we can beachcomb
(Chorus)
Trace the feeling back to source
Adopt a different kind of course
The change of heart, another place to start
Secret steps are in your dance, the offer of a second chance
The site renewed, a clearer point of view
No longer need a careful plan, no longer be the also ran
I laid my life down and I picked it up again
Freedom! Along the way
I sing celebration I sing for the new day
Freedom! Now I know
So long as we're together, there's nowhere that we cannot go
I called your name, no words remained … enter!
I am delivered, I am a baby born into your sacred peace
I was a prisoner
You were the key that opened locks for my release
And Christ I love you
(Chorus)
Nothing more to say…
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Creepshow
11:58
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Welcome, welcome
First today to see the creepshow
Come see the exhibits, but do not touch
They cannot bear touch, here in the creepshow
Please do not hang back
It's hard enough to show people around
The creepshow, the creepshow
First, here on the rack strapped, a child's virgin mind
We see the careful white-coats
Affix their machines veins to the pulsing neck side
Checking dials they monitor reaction
She must love her daddy's banker
She must love her daddy's banker
For her part in the creepshow, the creepshow
Amanda, so sad, Amanda …
But let's brush over sadness, give her the pills and diagnose madness, madness
Give her, give her, Amanda? Amanda!
Anymore for any more? No!
Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been must fill his lust
They let him bayonet robots as his morning constitutional
To sate his rage unless he feels his age
We can't have that!
Sometimes he'll watch a war-film
On the moron machine in the corner of his cell
Lost in time, lost in minds
Cyril writhes like smoke
His bigot's eyes are slashed skin
Their expression none the nicer for being blank
Amanda, still mad. Amanda, still sad...
"And so ladies and gentlemen,
We come to the nerve centre of the whole affair.
As you will see, it is a mirror.
To some it is the mirror of dreams,
Where every passion, desire and action flit through the still spaces behind its surface,
Tantalising yet distant.
Of these many stand before it until death.
To others, it is distorting,
Everything in it being warped and buckled by fear,
Yet perceived as reality.
These will cringe before it, wimpering and immobile,
Though a few batter their skulls against the dull sheen
Attempting to smash the horrors they believe are in the glass or at least attain oblivion, whichever comes first.
Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what at first appears to be their own image, which, however, moves them saying
'COME ON, WAKE UP!
WHO'S RUNNING THIS SHOW ANYWAY?'"
Now, It's up to you
Use your free will
You decide, yes you! you! you decide
Whether or not you will return
For if you come again
You'd better bring your ball and chain
Unguided embittered attraction of
The creepshow
The creepshow
The creepshow
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3. |
The Poet Sniffs A Flower
03:53
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Instrumental
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4. |
Sequences
16:46
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Twelfth Night UK
Twelfth Night are an English progressive rock band of the 1980s, reformed between 2007 and 2012 and again in 2014.
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