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Moonlight Eyes
03:51
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And the midnight waits for no one,
In these days of lies and oaths,
Gentlemen among the crush of merchants,
Here today not yet tomorrow’s ghosts.
Faith as sheer as the nightgown,
On the floor by the bed,
What once, was on the silver tongue of serpents,
Is now what feeds the fool his daily bread.
Lonesome hearts, in a cruel land,
Lonesome hearts, held like a hand,
For you, only for you, moonlight eyes
A cold affair, a haunted stare that holds us,
as hanging smoke and foreign whispers loom.
We’re strangers in a stranger land, for you,
Are stranger, in this stranger land, for you…
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All the Little Lies
04:13
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Rogue corsair,
That’s the life for wartime,
Devil may care for high crime.
Here not there,
It’s the rush at noon time,
Permanent place on sidelines
Oh, we could be both at once,
We could be both while dreaming, dreaming how we
Both, can be much more than this,
Much more than what it seems, what does it seem?
All the little worlds,
All the little lives,
All the little loves,
All the little lies we say.
All our little worlds,
All our little lives,
All our little loves,
All the little lies we say, to get through the day.
Debonair,
White tux hides the Walther,
Belmont Stakes, Gibraltar.
Here not there,
Number crunching chatter,
None of it really matters.
Oh, we could be both at once,
We could be both while dreaming, dreaming how…
All the little worlds,
All the little lives,
All the little loves,
All the little lies we say.
All our little worlds,
All our little lives,
All our little loves,
All the little games we play, to get through the day.
Oh we could be more than this,
We could be both while dreaming.
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Open Door
04:16
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Fate, more than a plan, a path you take from there to here, how…
Fate, shapes your view, through the window through the room, now.
Fly, past someone’s land, someone’s last stand, it mattered then.
Find the open door,
No one here, anymore.
Change, or else it shows, all the devils have their day,
Change, don’t be afraid, even at midnight, moon lights the way. Oh.
Fly, past someone’s land, someone’s last stand, it mattered then.
Find the open door,
No one here, anymore.
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5. |
Perfect Day to Die
04:22
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Face down fate, World, face it once, face again
Do your worst, World, do it once, and again
Something’s shaking, crashing, breaking all around us.
Do your work, World, do your worst, I see the end.
What a gift to be together,
What we hold is all we have,
All the Kingdoms rise, all the kingdoms fall, and we tell the same old story,
And what a perfect day to die.
Sunshine, buried for gold stone,
Countless souls, World, holding out hope for home
Fearless, working, patient, waiting, in deep darkness.
What a gift to be together,
What we hold is all we have,
All the Kingdoms rise, all the kingdoms fall, and we tell the same old story,
And what a perfect day to die.
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6. |
Horrorshow
04:39
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The sun has softly set out here
Left us alone out here, alone with just our fear.
Rolling through the hills, creeping and climbing,
Noise in the night time, now we hide,
Lost in the fog.
A cult, a crime, a ghostly cull,
A withered monkey’s paw, a deadly undead brawl.
The dark of night that gets us all.
See the shadow cast upon the cabin door,
Fear’s a thrill, give us more.
Who’s the one that’s tapping at your chamber door,
Fear’s a thrill, horrorshow.
The inbred eyes that live in hills,
A chainsaw giving chills,
The madman counting kills.
Survive the night to test your will. Cover your eyes - a sudden surprise.
See the shadow cast upon the cabin door,
Fear’s a thrill, give us more.
Who’s the one that’s tapping at your chamber door,
Fear’s a thrill, horrorshow.
Cover your eyes,
A sudden surprise,
Once the monster’s seen, it’s never quite so mean.
Cover your eyes,
Hide the surprise.
See the shadow cast upon the cabin door,
Fear’s a thrill, give us more.
Who’s the one that’s tapping on your chamber door,
Fear’s a thrill, horrorshow.
See the shadow cast upon the cabin door,
Fear’s a thrill, give us more.
Who’s the one that’s tapping at your chamber door,
Fear’s a thrill, horrorshow.
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7. |
One Night Outside
03:19
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One night out-side,
Roses like a mattress,
Rest on flowerbeds,
Buzzing in your head.
Sleep tight out-side,
Worries strong as Atlas,
Wander off like sheep.
Mother nature curves her designs,
Bend your straight lines.
Crooked as the creek that still winds,
Bend your straight lines.
As storms roll by,
Washing off the weather,
On the desperate land.
Mother nature curves her designs,
Bend your straight lines.
Crooked as the creek that still winds,
Bend your straight lines.
Don’t feel,
Too bad baby.
Please don’t worry,
When things turn from,
Ways you thought they would.
Mother nature curves her designs,
Bend your straight lines.
Crooked as the creek that still winds,
Bend your straight lines.
Bend the straight line,
No such line.
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8. |
As the Body Will
03:52
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The wheel,
Spinning all the time, turning all the time, always at the tail.
The mill,
Water turns the wheel, never stop the wheel, never stop or fail
Safety being insignificant,
Never seeming too magnificent.
Hopes,
Don’t shatter,
Don’t break down,
As the body will.
Dreams,
That matter,
Don’t break down,
As the body will,
As the body will.
In space,
Ring around the sun, burn up in the sun, ash upon the wind.
In time,
A wheel to wear a path, weary is the path, start it all again.
Safety being insignificant,
Never seeming too magnificent.
Hopes,
Don’t shatter,
Don’t break down,
As the body will.
Dreams,
That matter,
Don’t break down,
As the body will,
As the body will.
Hopes,
Don’t shatter,
Don’t break down,
As the body will.
Dreams,
That matter,
Don’t break down,
As the body will,
As the body will.
(While you wait your turn.)
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9. |
Secondhand Star
04:41
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Footprints in the dust,
Frozen in the dust,
Forever.
Carried off upon the breeze again.
Idols on a stage,
Icons for the age,
Whatever.
Gone before they begin.
Hand over heart I fall,
Belle of the local ball,
Promises of love,
Shallow sea of love.
Sparks fly on the horizon,
No shade can keep your eyes from,
Following the comet like a tail.
Sparks fly on the horizon,
No shade can keep your eyes from,
Burning on the golden solar sail.
Champagne in the dark,
Crystal in the dark,
A vision.
True as any false epiphany.
Faces in the dark,
Secondhand stars,
Ageless.
Grabbing our coats to leave.
Mirrors of light still dance,
High above this romance,
Paper moon and stars,
Astrology of Mars.
Sparks fly on the horizon,
No shade can keep your eyes from,
Following the comet like a tail.
Sparks fly on the horizon,
No shade can keep your eyes from,
Burning on the golden solar sail.
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10. |
A Picture of Us
04:39
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Funny how the time flew by,
Reminisce when you and I were,
Still awake long after dawn,
Having drinks out on the lawn,
Did you see her brush my sleeve,
Just before she turned to leave.
All these flowers,
Once had thorns,
Once so sharp now worn,
Calm where once a storm.
From a distance, you’ll see us,
Skies like diamonds in our eyes.
From a distance don’t miss us,
Diamond days live through our lives.
At the lake, and after hours,
Force of youth a super power,
Can’t remember all the fuss,
Looking back at all of us.
So these flowers,
Once had thorns,
Once so sharp now worn,
Calm where once a storm.
From a distance, you’ll see us,
Skies like diamonds in our eyes.
From a distance don’t miss us,
Diamond days live through our lives.
Brought back,
A flashback,
Torn right back,
By a picture of us.
And when,
Tomorrow comes,
Now is then.
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11. |
World Is Fire
03:52
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Castaway,
Cast your thoughts away,
Cast them deep in bronze and stone.
Galleries,
Full of memories,
Vinyl cuts through skin and bone.
So absurd and charming,
No less, no less alarming.
When the world is fire,
Call it by its name.
Hope is just desire,
Twisted by the flame.
Arms upon,
Golden arms upon,
Golden arms reach to the sky.
Ours is not,
We hear ours is not,
Ours it not to wonder why.
By the sword, or pen, or sword, a lost reward, who knows.
Alone we, alone we, go alone. So lonely, so lonely. So lonely. So lonely.
When the world is fire,
Call it by its name,
Hate is just desire,
Twisted by the flame.
All the world is fire,
All the world is flame,
All the world is lovely,
Wonderful, insane.
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12. |
Moonlight Reprise
01:58
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Jupe Jupe Seattle, Washington
With waves of haunting synthesizers, crooning vocals, jagged guitars and pulsating beats, Jupe Jupe creates mournful pop music that moves.
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