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Father Of Leeches
06:55
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Hunted down, like a wolf
Fear from all
On the run, from the sun
Life to all
And yet these eyes will never see a new sunrise
I'm free to roam this realm of mine from unseing eyes
There was no reason
For this treason
To my kind
The King of Creatures
Father of Leeches will not resign
I sense you all, and watched the fall
Of Heaven
Mortal warriors, don't stand a chance
From my kind
Inspite of this, I'm a prisoner
Of the night
Only fire and sun, can strike me down
From this world
And I must not ever reveal my name
I am the shadow of dreams at dawn
The soul of winter and death are one
In my hands I have them all
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Cruising through this life of expectance
A victim of it all
Possesions taking pride of place
All value and no soul
Territory and history says
Gain must have a price
To steal your father's last bag of dreams
Or sell your sister's lies
What would you do and where would you go
If Heaven opened now?
What would you take and where would you stay
Empty Heaven, material Hell
Material wealth makes no sense at all
The price is way above
Human greed just outweighs the need
An empty treasure trove
Just watch the children hurt the children
It's something to be learned
The answer is life and not piety
A truth that must be earned
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3. |
Excelsior Tce
00:33
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4. |
Interlecherality
05:16
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I like to read lots of books about mankind
And all his troubles
There's lots to learn about man and woman
And that's my trouble
I can't seem to find love in print
Especially as I'm young and skint
Reading books can't find me love
I'm such a nerd
Women just don't look at me
What's a bird?
I learned about sex in a James Herbert novel
Interlecherality
I'd love to have my own girlfriend I'd read her stories
From Dostoyesvky
We could go for romantic walks in Middle Earth with all the hobbits
Or Gormenghast
I learned about rats in a Jilly Cooper novel
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5. |
Remember
05:46
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Twenty thousand men
Waited for the call
Running hard, running fast, running
For the fall
Sixty thousand loved ones
Waiting for them in vain
Waiting long, waiting hard, waiting
For the pain
Fifty thousand bullets
Each with its own will
Flying hard, flying fast, flying
For the kill
One hundred generals
Each with his own plan
Thinking hard, thinking fast, affecting
Every man
If I should die
Will you send this letter to my home?
If you should die
Do you want me to do the same for you?
If we should die
Who will tell them how we loved them all?
If we should die
Who will blame the generals for it all?
If I should die
Will you tell her that I love her evermore?
If we should die
Who will tell the world what this war is for?
I don't want to die
There are so many untold things for me to do
We don't want to die
There are so many untold things for us to do
If I should die
Will you send this letter to my home?
If we should die
Who will tell the world what this war is for?
If I should die.....?
Please remember what this war is for
Mud and bloodshed soaked in the land
All this dying what's it for, the war?
Pain and sorrow, soaked in the land
Please remember what's it for, the war
Mud and bloodshed, soaked in the land
All this dying, what's it for the war?
Pain and sorrow, soaked in the land
Twenty thousand graves
Each with a white cross
Fading hard, fading fast, fading
With our loss
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6. |
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CD-Roms and the internet are the wonder
The new wonder of this new world
A world of wonder that's forgotton
Forgotten treasures that we share
We share despair on a video
Video is our culture
A culture shock for me and you
For me and you there is...
TVVDAIDS
Look inside your TV eye to a window
A window into a dreamland
A dreamland where there's no hunger
For me and you there is...
Nothing
There is nothing
There is nothing left
There is nothing left for us to talk about
Open out, and hold out hands for a woman
The woman is now the hunter
The hunter controls the jungle
For me and you there is...
Empty hearts and empty minds are the wonder
The new wonder of this old world
A world of lies that lie forgotten
For me and you there is...
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7. |
Hear Me
08:12
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I was a servant to my lord and master
We would never hurt another
Only good we would do
I lived alone in a remote cottage
Until that summer they tried to stop us
Helping others through
They thought that I was a slave of Satan
Cursing others, full of hate
And life in carnal sin
Hear me, Father
Hear me, Father
Hear me, Mother Earth
Hear me, Mother Earth
They tied me up and sent me to the manor
To face the banner of the Witchfinder
Facing certain death
He ordered that I should face the torture
Admit my guilt for the slaughter of newborn infant babes
I protested loud that I cured some sickness
With Nature's herbs, and with God's guidance
Only good I do
You lie you live in mortal sin and now must face the torturer's sting
To save you soul, you must confess
We will save your soul from Hell or you will find that you will dwell
Eternity, in agony
Confess these crimes by rights divine and I'll show mercy at the time
Of your death, oh, at the stake! Ha! Ha!
God is just and God is right and God will help you through this night
Now confess, there's no more time!
Stop this pain, he's just confessed to everything
Take him from here to a place to execute
Now burn him!
In the Lord's year 1480
I, the witch, was sent to Hades
In the Lord's year 1480
I, the witch, was sent to Hell
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8. |
The Watchman
06:28
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Sitting here on my golden chair
Watching all the world passing over there
Rain pattering on my window pane
Newspaper ink on my fingers stain
Blowing smoke through a half-dead lung
Chewing food on my ulcered gum
I watch people pass as they stare right in
My living room is a room full of sin
A world of wonder
It's happening outside
A world of plunder
It's happening allright
A world of horror
It's scaring me outright
A world of retail goods
It's scaring me allright
I'm the watchman
Watching over you
The postman drops his junk through my door
The milkman leaves his cream on the floor
And all the time I am watching them
As I sit at my golden helm
Buses, cars and big lorries
Shake my windows as they speed
Leaving clouds of visible death
Waiting to steal a dying breath
I feel like everyone is watching me
Children stop and stare right in
Their angry mothers full of scolding
Telling them not to be nosy
Whilst sneaking sly glances at me
Through the years and through seasons
Sitting here trying to make sense
Of all what goes on outside
It's my only place to hide
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9. |
Spinning Top
08:02
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I tried to see if I could be part of it all
A cog in a giant machine
Through wind and rain, could feel the pain of it all
A wanderer in here and insane
I watched you die and felt the lie of it all
Petals of my heart fall free
Feed the grinding mill of the push and shove
Rusty wheels go round, almost seizing up
Feed the thinking plant of the minds above
Eagles buzzing round, like a spinning top
An empty glass, broken chances are gone
Flown right to the broken land
Throw down the key, uncloth the fear of you all
Shackles of an angel's wing
Wait for me, don't leave me here all alone
A loner in this barren land
Like a spinning top
Like a spinning top
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