1. |
The Glorious Dead
04:52
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People people everywhere
People people some don't care
Some are truthful some are sheep
Some are strong some are weak
Some are black some are white
Some are whole and some are cracked
Some are real some are fake
Some do give and some do take
But tell me when the day will come
When the walking dead will come undone?
Oh The Glorious Dead
Will awaken oneday
To the sound of a heart
Lost with yesterday
To the place we belong
Where there's no more to lose
and nothing to gain
Oh The Glorious Dead
Can you hear the truth?
People people everywhere
People locked inside their heads
Some are fighting for beliefs
Some do walk the ways of peace
Some are used and cry for help
Lost inside the minds of filth
Children cry for some relief
Lost upon the waves of grief
So tell me when the day will come
When the mind of men be filled with love?
Your walking the line
The way of the shadows
A living light transforming all your sorrows
Lambs sent to the slaughterhouse
teach us how to give
Oh my how you learn surrender and turn night into day
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2. |
Blossom Of Love
03:14
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The night is warm our hips sway on
Kisses deep with the sound of a drum
Darling you being by my side
Melts this heart your my summertime
Blossom Of Love
Blossom Of Love
The sea is crashing yeah it's crashing inside
Beauty mystery the stars collide
Your kisses run like honey down the side of my neck
Hand placed gently on the mid of my back
Love
Blossom Of Love
Tienimi stretto
Je te vois
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3. |
New York City
03:03
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The snow falling through the grey spider trees
We go walking the icy streets
Ridin' in cabs spending money I don't have
Lost in the subway
Trying to find some place to lay my head
New York City
Ooh Ooh Ooh
New York City
You wore the blue wig and
I liked it too but I got the blonde wig
As you sat and smoked your cigar
Look sad in my boots bought in Japan
Sleeping on plastic in a hostel that some guy
left behind
Ooh Ooh Ooh
New York City
Ain't that pretty
Sittin' at the bar with jukebox in my ear
You remind me of some girl I left behind
Ooh ooh ooh
New York City
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4. |
Dancing all the time
03:28
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Music is our saviour
Music is our love
Dancing dancing all the time
Dancing dancing always (3)
Dancing our way
You take my hand
I'll take yours
We'll dance forever
Under the stars
I'll look into your eyes
You look into mine
We'll dance forever
Souls in disguise
Dancing dancing all the time
Dancing always
Dancing our way
Did I tell you that I love you?
Love burns forever...
I see you as the light
Burning through the shadow and dreams
Burning like a golden angel dancing
Feasting on the loss and tears
Our love brighter than the sun!
Dancing on the crescent of a moon!
Mortal coil wrapped around our fingers
Love alive never dies love alive!
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5. |
Those Days Are Gone
05:15
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Those days are gone...
I like the peace of being alone
Those days are gone...
Looking out the window
Those days are gone
Dreaming about what could have been
Those days are gone
All that drama like in the movies
All those loveless nights with you...
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Shh we better not talk too much
About all the things that we did wrong
I gotta go out and get the coffee soon
I got so many things to do
Those days are gone...
Those things are gone...
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6. |
Dead Inside!
04:11
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I'm dead inside!
What did you say?
I'm dead inside and I don't know how to live
and I don't know how to give
Tired of all the lies
Tired of an awkward smile
Can't put it on for you
Coz it's all about you
I'm dead inside
What did you say?
And I don't know how to live
Walls are tumbling look who is crumbling
Look who's losing it all
I'm dead inside and I'm sick with your social mask
I'm dead inside and these feet have lost the dance
I'm dead inside and it's getting hard to be
Getting hard to be
In this so called land of free
Oh yes it's getting hard to be
Walls are crumbling look who has taken a fall
Walls are tumbling look who's crumbling
Look who's losing it
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7. |
Livin' Life Blues
02:49
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Nice car nice shoes
But I can't get by this livin' life blues
Work begins never ends
And I can't get by these never ever endings
I buy clothes at second hand stores
I can't get it right fashion is a whore
Broken promises served on ice
Another war another life
Broken bodies and broken heads
And I can't get by this livin' life dead
Sex sells to life whores
Makin' their money of the young and poor
Buy this you need that
Livin' in a cage of empty make believe traps
Corporate giants destroying lives
They keep you sleeping
Believing lies
They make you ill
you pay for greed
You try to take them down
They'll make you bleed
I can't get by this livin' life dead
I can't get by this livin' life blues
We got a life it's not the same
How can we live playing this game?
Broken promises served on ice
Another war another life
Broken bodies broken heads
And I can't get by this livin' life dead
A million movies same story line
Another cheap thrill another crime
The broken record of ground-breaking news
I can't get by this livin' life blues.
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8. |
The Devil's Son
06:00
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The devil's son
He took my hand
He took me down
Down into hell
There was no water
I heard no bells
Only a fire in which we fell
He left me cold he left me cold
The devil's son
He dragged me down
A billion stairs
He threw me down
That hidden well
The darkness fell
The seas ran dry
Innocence stumbled upon the lies
He left me cold
The Devil's Son
(sub-vocalizing)
Where's the sun?
Ooh ooh ooh...
He left me blind
Alone with grief
He stole my heart
and both my feet
And I did call and I did pray
While angels witnessed me throw it
all away...
He left me cold
The devil's son
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9. |
Soul Killers
02:31
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Got to find a better way
Find a better life
Tired of all the same things
It's just killing me inside
One more cup of coffee
Another cigarette
Make my way to the bus stop
Try try to forget...
Soul Killers
They're gonna get ya!
carracata!
We could go out dancing
We could roll out in the snow
Take a bike ride to the mountains
Watch the sun glow
But it's one more cup of coffee
Another cigarette
Make my way to the bus stop
Force myself to work
again...
You don't understand do you?
You just play your little games in the
land of distraction
Soul Killers Soul Killers
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10. |
Maker Of The Man
06:09
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Oh this house is made of wooden things
Soldiers wrapped in angels wings
And just like my daddy did
I'll build a house where love can live
Oh this house is filled with dead end lives
They fill the room like fireflies
I'll build a fire to keep us warm
And feed its light with devil's thorns
Walking through the darkness
A light shines through the window
The maker of the man tries to bring his child home
Hiding in a forest of lost and lonely
The maker of the man walking right beside me
Oh these walls are built with my mistakes
And time is the digger of my graves
But I grind those bones into drinking cups
And make wine just like my daddy does
This house is made of wooden things
Soldiers wrapped in angels wings
And just like my daddy did
I'll build a house where love can live
Walking through the darkness
A light shines through the window
The maker of the man
tries to bring his child home
Walking through the darkness...
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