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The Obscurity, I
03:54
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I fit the time on my feet
It’s tapping to the beat
The time is shown on my feet
And when it runs out of time
I drop the beat on my line
And then I go for a ride
‘Cos all I’m wanting to be here
Is the obscurity in a masterpiece
The music is so fine
And it’s in good time
Yeah it’s in good time, time, time
‘Cos who knows what you say
I’d like to do that anyway
But know that it all is mine
Who cares what you play
As long as you sound ever gay
The song will complete it’s time
I’m checking time on the clock
While I’m stuck here in this box
Writing’s just not enough
I wanna go out and play
Enjoy my faithful days
Before it all fades away
‘Cos there’s just nothing to see here
In this room of sound
When there’s no one around
I’m just wanting to be here
And I don’t know why
But here I waste my time, time, time
‘Cos who knows what you say
I’d like to do that anyway
But know that it all is mine
Who cares what you play
As long as you sound ever gay
The song will complete it’s time
‘Cos who knows what you say
I’d like to do that anyway
But know that it all is mine
Who cares what you play
As long as you sound ever gay
The song will complete it’s time
‘Cos who knows what you say
I’d like to do that anyway
But know that it all is mine
Who cares what you play
As long as you sound everglades
The song will complete it’s time
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2. |
The Realization Christ
03:59
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Oh, tonight it’s dark and I’m no ordinary boy
Slowflight, the light goes on and I’m not ordinary
One jubilee dance is all I ask tonight
And once you will do that, it will be real nice
Oh, what fun, it’s ice on the slippery river
And a gun frozen solid beneath the ice
And whoa, there is a man attached to the knife
And oh, what baggy clothes he has through the ice
Who is a saint here anymore
Who hasn’t walked on through that door
Who sits here with a grasp tonight
Who laughs at the eternal light
Oh, it’s dark, I’m on the ice no ordinary ice
For sure, it’s cold outside, it’s bitter tasting
I, for one have no problems with head lice
And I will not take back what I said to you tonight
Who isn’t stained here anymore
Who hasn’t knocked on heaven’s door
Who sits and listens to the night
Coming of the realization christ
Who is a saint here anymore
Who hasn’t walked on through that door
Who sits here with a grasp tonight
Who laughs at the eternal light
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3. |
Speak Ill Of The Dead
02:02
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Here I learned the family is dead
And there’s lots of rules to this song, you know
And now the tables have turned
The dead don’t speak ill of the living on and on
And on and on and on
And on and all day long
They speak ill of the dead
And on and on and on
And on and watch this song
They speak their minds instead
Here I am in the graveyard
And we’re all sad to see your passing, now you know
The priest has done his job
He’s convinced the like of us all, that he is sane and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
And on and all day long
They speak ill of the dead
And on and on and on
And on and watch this song
They speak their minds instead
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4. |
Sweet Little Angel
03:15
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Everything that you do is right
I see you can be true tonight
When he touches you
You know that can’t be right
You are my sweet little angel tonight
Everything that you say is fact
I know you cannot lie intact
When I sing to you
And you tend to relax
You are my sweet little angel, in fact
And I wrote down because
I love you in a song
And you wear my crown because
You are never wrong
Everything that you think is love
I’ll never do things that he does
When he bothers you
You know that he’s not tough
You are my sweet little angel in love
And I wrote down because
I love you in a song
And you wear my crown because
You are never wrong
Everything that you think is love
I’ll never do things that he does
When he bothers you
You know that that’s not love
You are my sweet little angel in love
(You are my sweet little angel in love) yeah
You are my sweet little angel in love
(You are my sweet little angel in love) yeah
You are my sweet little angel
You are my sweet little angel
You are my sweet little angel in love
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I will return, I will return
When you’ve had your fun
The sun, it bursts of magma spurts
I’m on the run
And when you run across the sun
You’ve had your fun
So just forget it, now I am done
You’ve really lost
I will return, your bank, it hurts
Alot I’ve done
I’ll see it hurts, your magma bursts
All over the gun
And when you’re rescued from the sun
I’ll be it hurts
So just forget it, now you’re done
Can’t get much worse
I will return, I will return
I will return, I will
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Well he’s been dragging up your way
He’s filling lots of odds
And he’s in the vestibule
Well he’s the pride of old New Jersey
He stands on his pop stars
And he’s so damn mystifying
You see the light in his eyes
He goes through the other way
And he falls through to I don’t know
He’s there in the kaleidoscope
But he is not too happy about it all
You see the top of the morning show
He looks so out of place
But he stays in his character
To where he’s at, and what he’s after
But he is not too happy about it all
Well he’s been traveling Norway
He’s fulfilling his desires
And he’s on the fuselage
Well he’s the pride of old New Jersey
He stands on his pop stars
And he’s so damn mystifying
He goes off to find himself
He cannot live in outer space
He spends money I don’t know why
He’s got everything he wants
But he is not too happy about it all
See the light drain from his eyes
He wants just to get away
Mid-life crisis and altered skies
He’s so helpless, he’s in disguise
But he is not too happy about it all
Well he’s been dragging up your way
He’s filling lots of odds
And he’s in the vestibule
Well he’s the pride of old New Jersey
He stands on his pop stars
And he’s so damn mystifying
Well he’s been traveling Norway
He’s fulfilling his desires
And he’s on the fuselage
Well he’s the pride of old New Jersey
He stands on his pop stars
And he’s so damn mystifying
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7. |
Shooting Carter
01:44
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Hold your own and sofa waiting to the scene
Hold the phone I can’t stop waiting
On and on until your eyeballs will all bleed
And it’s all the name of the bloody game
Shooting carter because he’s insane
Hold your testicles and raise them to the sky
Morning loss and gain and waiting here to die
On and on this billboard chart now we will fly
And it’s all the name of the bloody game
Shooting carter because he’s insane
Hold your slice of pizza when your alone
Can’t afford to have us cash in on the phone
Aeroplanes in the sky, we’re coming home
And it’s all the name of the bloody game
Shooting carter because he’s insane
And it’s all the name of the blood red game
Shooting carter
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8. |
I Will Be Better
02:26
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What is right and what is wrong
Not to fight and not to sing along
When we go away so bad
We will smell the earth
Winds of change are blowing ever near
What is wrong and what is right
I sing my song in the dead of night
We will never tune you out
Your majesty to me
We will sing you better by the sea
We are all living by the sea
It’s exactly what I hoped it’d be
When the moon comes down
To take us all away
I will be better again some day
What is right and what is wrong
I fly my kite to the tune of the song
We will sing a lullaby
Goodnight to my day
And I will be better
Yes, I will be better again someday
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9. |
Bring The Shauv
01:08
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Come to the castle and bring the shauv
Never knowing what's light and dark
All the overseas ships will dock
Hold over these agent’s clock
Come to the castle and bring the shauv
Never knowing who’s right and who's wrong
Come to the castle and bring the shauv
Never knowing what's light and dark
All the overseas ships will dock
Hold over these agent’s clock
Come to the castle and bring the shauv
Never knowing who’s right and who's wrong
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10. |
Weirdos And Gunfreaks
01:42
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We’re talking about the weirdo
He’s really something special
When I talk, he talks and he looks real weird to me
He will share his burrito
Stop and go on again
Stop stop stop and then he blows off his head
And when the winds of time will stand there sea to sea
And we will be accommodated, just you wait and see
We’re talking about the gun freak
He’s really something funny
When I talk he looks back as if he’s weird to me
He has a lot of money
Stop and go on again
Stop stop stop and then he blows off my head
And when the winds of time will stand there sea to sea
And we will be accommodated, just you wait and see
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11. |
The Observer, II
01:21
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Hide away, ran ups garden
Run away, ran up skate my doll
Wide awake, read up started
Run away, where I’m scare up all
Ooh, scare my garden
Ooh, scare my great up hall
Hide away, ran ups garden
Run away, ran up skate my doll
I’m wide awake, where I’ve started
Run away, where I’m scare up all
Ooh, scare my garden
Ooh, scare my great up hall
Hide away, ran ups garden
Run away, you can’t escape my fall
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12. |
Faces In The Sand
03:43
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Indian girl
Faces in the sand
Traces of an American band
I see it clearly in this night sand
All the way from here
Faces appear in clans
Reading, writing and making plans
Where they will come from and where they’ll land
Far away from here
And when it’s time to say hello to our new friends
We will go back a day and money that she’ll send
And when their time will bring us closer to our time
It’s magical, magical, magical, child
Faces in the desert sand
Appearing more often than my old man
Once you swim deeply, you will not land
Far away from here
Faces in the hourglass sands
Leaning on faces and gentle hands
I will see them when they come back
We’ll go away from here
And when it’s time to say hello to our new friends
We will go back a day and money that she’ll send
And when their time will bring us closer to our time
It’s magical, magical, magical, child
Faces in the sand
Traces of an American band
I see it clearly in this night sand
All the way from here
Faces appear in clans
Reading, writing and making plans
Where they will come from and where they’ll land
Far away from here
Far away from here
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