1. |
East Of Eden
03:29
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it seems that paradise
has been well locked and barred
to all the issues of Adam
it seems that children must
pay for their parents crimes
until they wish they never had them
the clouds are fabric balls
the earth machinery
to gather power from the stars
each of us has a gateway
through which infinity calls
to touch each victim through their scars
we are walking through
a kingdom that is found
out here somewhere East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
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2. |
This City
03:13
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the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades
it is all this city
it is all this city
wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace
it is all this city
it is all this city
long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt
it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city
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3. |
The Honeymoon Is Over
02:35
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everything you say to me appears to be an ancient quote
taken from a printed problem column, words gone up in smoke
all the time remembering a meaningless and worn routine
a movement into emptiness just slowly running out of steam
the honeymoon is over
didn't your magazine just tell you?
an album full of pictures really is no place to go and live
replacing all the present time with nothing left that's new to give
why does what is past enslave us, why should we let it go on?
I cannot carry on pretending something's right when it is wrong
the honeymoon is over
didn't your magazine just tell you?
didn't your magazine just tell you?
whatever it is that we are saying we must always prove you're right
if I can't agree with you, you argue on into the night
always down to words it falls, where is the room we need to breathe?
if it's not enough to be together, one of us must leave
the honeymoon is over
didn't your magazine just tell you?
the honeymoon is over
didn't you read it in your magazine?
didn't you read it in your magazine?
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4. |
Creepshow
10:13
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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
first, here on the rack strapped
a child's virgin mind
we see the careful white-coats
affix their machine's 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
Amanda, so sad
Amanda, but let's brush over sadness
give her the pills and diagnose madness
Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been
must fill his lust
they let him bayonet robots
as his morning constitutional
to state 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 Mind
Cyril writhes like smoke
his bigot's eyes are slashed skin
their expression none the nicer
for being blank
Amanda, still sad
Amanda, still mad
any more for any more!
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
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5. |
Puppets (intro)
01:25
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instrumental
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6. |
Puppets
02:50
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motive hidden - eye made of wood
nothing is evil - nothing is good
always precision - each thing in place
shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace
puppets marching, strictly in time
movement predestined, tugs on the line
pride in their engines - thought on the wane
caring unheard of - against the grain
puppets marching, hear the wind whine
gusting and howling, tugs on the line
puppets marching, told to feel fine
scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line
puppets marching, faulty design
strain overloading, fractures the line
puppets marching
puppets marching
puppets marching
puppets die
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7. |
Three Dancers
02:54
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raise one leg
dream of death
obliterate your sex
holding breath
this is a memory
this is a trance
it is the middle
of a broken last chance
it isn't movement
it isn't free
it is a moment
deep in you and me
dance... dance... dance...
dance... dance... dance
dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
a single eye
stares from a face
with all the emptiness
of limitless space
without action
without motion
entombed in the oil
of one man's emotion
never casual
more than a glance
where the truth for a change
has been paid in advance
dance... dance... dance...
dance... dance... dance
dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
dance... dance... dance...
dance... dance... dance
dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
and the window being open
shows the sky far away
but the balustrade keeps us locked in
to make us dance all day
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8. |
Makes No Sense
04:02
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you know how it is when you're out walking
split seconds behind reality
catch impressions of the people talking
and you think "it's all about me"
missing things of interest 'cos you're not feeling
try not to see the friends who wave
and they just think all your thoughts must be reeling
so they leave you well alone
well I'm not going to go along with it this time
because I know that it makes no sense at all
we just end up with fruitless discussions
soul searching with no point at all
always bothered by the repercussions
tense waiting for a fall
still the words remain the same sad meanings
of what is yours and what is mine
they just get tired and we start off dreaming
'til we're running out of time
well I'm not going to go along with it this time
because I know that it makes no sense at all
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9. |
Für Helene Part II
10:48
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instrumental
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10. |
Kindergarden
03:05
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everything is beautiful, yes everything is alright
a mob of raging lunatics run screaming in the night
foreign thoughts promoted to the status of our own
weeping weeds like mama's boys to things we've never known
kindergarden, play a game
power plays still lingering, your portrait on the walls
a sterile gas of advertising staves off curtain calls
whatever else is happening to the states that we all know
put too much strain on weaknesses and something has to go
kindergarden, play the game
tomorrow's world is evil if it seeds herself today
for all the world is other children say there is no way
time enough for everything, yes all the time in the world
we can face up to the future with certificates unfurled
kindergarden, play the game
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11. |
Midnight (poem)
00:51
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I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling
Outside the sky is crushing the atmosphere
The stars above, the earth below
Then worms, more earth, more sky
Which is space, and stars
I lie on my bed and try not to think too much
Even the bed-springs are terrified into silence
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12. |
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painting by numbers? no, not exactly
no! not exactly, easy to imagine, difficult to see
i don't need, i don't need, i don't need, i don't need your sympathy
it seems pretty underhand what you did to me
i don't need, i don't need, i don't need, i don't need your sympathy
it will come together, i will find my way
i don't need, i don't need, i don't need, i don't need your sympathy
easy to imagine, impossible to see
i don't need, i don't need, i don't need, i don't need your sympathy
and the windows being open shows the sky far away
but the balustrade keeps us locked in
to make us dance all day
to make us dance all day
why must we keep on dancing
we've had enough, enough dancing
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13. |
Convenient Blindness
03:27
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gather up the millions of words that are written
put both birds in the arms of the dark
think of the images broken and bitten
blown into piles like leaves in the park
convenient blindness
tossing and turning the beast begins forays
eating a pity, the remnants of pain
follow the window which looks on the landscapes
i found a new peace, says love's down the drain
convenient blindness
"this is the way the world works, sonny"
sayeth the man with a brain full of ash
"this is the stuff we all feed on, sonny"
says his friend who comes up with the cash
convenient blindness
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14. |
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instrumental
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15. |
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ah, look at all the lonely people
ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
lives in a dream
waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
who is it for?
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
no one comes near
look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
what does he care?
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
nobody came
father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
no one was saved
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
Lyrics written by Lennon / McCartney.
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16. |
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the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades
it is all this city
it is all this city
wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace
it is all this city
it is all this city
long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt
it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city
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17. |
Kindergarden (live)
03:05
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everything is beautiful, yes everything is alright
a mob of raging lunatics run screaming in the night
foreign thoughts promoted to the status of our own
weeping weeds like mama's boys to things we've never known
kindergarden, play a game
power plays still lingering, your portrait on the walls
a sterile gas of advertising staves off curtain calls
whatever else is happening to the states that we all know
put too much strain on weaknesses and something has to go
kindergarden, play the game
tomorrow's world is evil if it seeds herself today
for all the world is other children say there is no way
time enough for everything, yes all the time in the world
we can face up to the future with certificates unfurled
kindergarden, play the game
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18. |
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everything you say to me appears to be an ancient quote
taken from a printed problem column, words gone up in smoke
all the time remembering a meaningless and worn routine
a movement into emptiness just slowly running out of steam
the honeymoon is over
didn't your magazine just tell you?
an album full of pictures really is no place to go and live
replacing all the present time with nothing left that's new to give
why does what is past enslave us, why should we let it go on?
I cannot carry on pretending something's right when it is wrong
the honeymoon is over
didn't your magazine just tell you?
didn't your magazine just tell you?
whatever it is that we are saying we must always prove you're right
if I can't agree with you, you argue on into the night
always down to words it falls, where is the room we need to breathe?
if it's not enough to be together, one of us must leave
the honeymoon is over
didn't your magazine just tell you?
the honeymoon is over
didn't you read it in your magazine?
didn't you read it in your magazine?
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19. |
Eleanor Rigby (live)
03:38
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ah, look at all the lonely people
ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
lives in a dream
waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
who is it for?
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
father Mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
no one comes near
look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
what does he care?
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
nobody came
father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
no one was saved
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
Lyrics written by Lennon / McCartney.
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20. |
Makes No Sense (live)
05:20
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you know how it is when you're out walking
split seconds behind reality
catch impressions of the people talking
and you think "it's all about me"
missing things of interest 'cos you're not feeling
try not to see the friends who wave
and they just think all your thoughts must be reeling
so they leave you well alone
well I'm not going to go along with it this time
because I know that it makes no sense at all
we just end up with fruitless discussions
soul searching with no point at all
always bothered by the repercussions
tense waiting for a fall
still the words remain the same sad meanings
of what is yours and what is mine
they just get tired and we start off dreaming
'til we're running out of time
well I'm not going to go along with it this time
because I know that it makes no sense at all
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21. |
East To West (live)
09:39
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instrumental
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22. |
Three Dancers (live)
03:44
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raise one leg
dream of death
obliterate your sex
holding breath
this is a memory
this is a trance
it is the middle
of a broken last chance
it isn't movement
it isn't free
it is a moment
deep in you and me
dance... dance... dance...
dance... dance... dance
dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
a single eye
stares from a face
with all the emptiness
of limitless space
without action
without motion
entombed in the oil
of one man's emotion
never casual
more than a glance
where the truth for a change
has been paid in advance
dance... dance... dance...
dance... dance... dance
dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
dance... dance... dance...
dance... dance... dance
dancing in a midday, apparently frozen stance
caught up in a nihilistic dance, dance, dance
and the window being open
shows the sky far away
but the balustrade keeps us locked in
to make us dance all day
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23. |
Puppets (live)
03:50
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motive hidden - eye made of wood
nothing is evil - nothing is good
always precision - each thing in place
shapeless and splintered - awkward no grace
puppets marching, strictly in time
movement predestined, tugs on the line
pride in their engines - thought on the wane
caring unheard of - against the grain
puppets marching, hear the wind whine
gusting and howling, tugs on the line
puppets marching, told to feel fine
scared to be thrown back, tugs on the line
puppets marching, faulty design
strain overloading, fractures the line
puppets marching
puppets marching
puppets marching
puppets die
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24. |
This City (live)
04:16
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the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades
it is all this city
it is all this city
wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace
it is all this city
it is all this city
long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt
it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city
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25. |
Creepshow (live)
10:19
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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
first, here on the rack strapped
a child's virgin mind
we see the careful white-coats
affix their machine's 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
Amanda, so sad
Amanda, but let's brush over sadness
give her the pills and diagnose madness
Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been
must fill his lust
they let him bayonet robots
as his morning constitutional
to state 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 Mind
Cyril writhes like smoke
his bigot's eyes are slashed skin
their expression none the nicer
for being blank
Amanda, still sad
Amanda, still mad
any more for any more!
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
|
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26. |
East Of Eden (live)
05:24
|
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|
it seems that paradise
has been well locked and barred
to all the issues of Adam
it seems that children must
pay for their parents crimes
until they wish they never had them
the clouds are fabric balls
the earth machinery
to gather power from the stars
each of us has a gateway
through which infinity calls
to touch each victim through their scars
we are walking through
a kingdom that is found
out here somewhere East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
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27. |
Sequences (live)
20:16
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and it seems my time has passed
before me until now, in sequences of moments
and now I see this poster, they seem to need me anyway
i’ll take the shilling sign
i’ll make a positive move, to be an action man
the women seem to want us to go
so I can’t refuse,
no, I can’t refuse
so I find myself in a country somewhere
where mayhem’s madman minions all march around a square
unquestioning obedience is the order of the day
your friends are coloured khaki and your enemies are grey
the sergeant major’s pep talk
“alright my likely lads, you’ve left your mums and dads, now
our glorious leaders start a war, to protect the ’ole of ’umankind that’s why they always stay be’ind
what d’ya mean “ain’t it wrong to kill?” Not if the top men say so! Where you’re going, sonny, general’s top chap next to him you’re a small piece of crap
if none of us went out of fight,
we’d never prove our side was right would we?
ATTENTION!”
the colonel’s pep talk
“the front line is a pretty bloody place to be, that’s why you go instead of me
now, I’d hate to send you all off thinking that if you get yours
you’re going to fret about your families, so don’t.
they’ll get some lovely souvenirs
a nice bronze plaque on which will be your name
you’ll get free crutches if you end up lame, good God
though the numbers of dead will contain many zeros, the survivors will return to a land fit for heroes
would I lie to you?
PRESENT ARMS!”
put next to a young boy in a knee-deep trench
whose hand even shakes when he keeps it clenched
we attack tomorrow in dawn’s early light
and as this sinks in I’m so scared
i can’t wait for it and tonight to be over
it and tonight to be over
“ALRIGHT LADS, OVER THE TOP WE GO!“
i can’t take it, I can’t make it, I trip, stumbling
caught in the barbed wire,
amongst the heat and smoke of the crossfire
it’s madness, madness, mad mad mad mad mad mad…madness
on a station platform full of stretchered flesh and bone
legacy of how easy it is to destroy whatever’s grown
maybe there’s a reason, hat is worthy of a name
just sick illusions I suppose will happen again
next time they ask for men at least I’m beyond recall
i didn’t gain my self-respect, I didn’t gain anything at all
if hate and war could solve anything, don’t you think they’d have solved it a long time ago?
there’s good and evil in all of us
it’s up to you alone which you follow
and I know which is my cause from now on
the only one worth sacrifice
the only one I would have remain
when I’m gone, but I’m not gone… yet!
the flags we weave only deceive
we must believe
we must believe… in love
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28. |
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gather up the millions of words that are written
put both birds in the arms of the dark
think of the images broken and bitten
blown into piles like leaves in the park
convenient blindness
tossing and turning the beast begins forays
eating a pity, the remnants of pain
follow the window which looks on the landscapes
i found a new peace, says love's down the drain
convenient blindness
"this is the way the world works, sonny"
sayeth the man with a brain full of ash
"this is the stuff we all feed on, sonny"
says his friend who comes up with the cash
convenient blindness
|
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