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8. | Hong Kong Lullaby |
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Crawl upon the earth, scour the universe you know
Set my compass north, circumscribe the earth and go - no direction home
Whats my part in this, whats this dream I cant let go
Whats your weight of this, what d'ya want to see and who d'ya want to know
You've no direction home, no direction home, no direction
Feels like all is lost, there's nowhere left to go
Through the seasoned sands, cross the sky to the morning snow
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Yearning, keep them burning, kepp them earning
Someones got to pay for all these televisions
There's children singing, and church bells ringing,
and people skipping merrily to work and dreaming
and dreaming
For maybe, you'll wind up crazy, and when you're drinking
You may start thinking that you're stupid and you're lazy
Well just keep earning, keep on yearning,
and you will believe there are no gods and monsters
gods and monsters
So free of contradictions, no dereliction,
There are no gods and monsters
So useless and so pretty and so good
So pretty and so good, gods and monsters
Now have I got you watching, for all the gods and monsters
A sitting, reclining in the back row of your mind
I think thats what you'll find
Yes there are gods and monsters
Yes there are gods and monsters
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Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
Can you feel her healing finger tips,
Coming down, on you like rain,
So tell me now where do we remain,
Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know
I used to work, night and day,
Nobody listened to a word I'd say,
I didn't care who knew me then,
and someone stupid asked if we were friends, well,
Over my shoulder it goes,
Back to a bar, we both used to know.
Shut your mouth, and watch my lips,
Can you feel her healing finger tips,
Coming down, on you like rain,
Tell me now where do we remain,
Over my shoulder it goes,
and where it lands, you don't want to know
Over my shoulder it goes,
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From an ordinary house, in an ordinary road,
From an ordinary town there came an ordinary girl,
A face that looked surprised, a book of dog earred loans?
Never made a sound, never said a word,
Nothing was ever seen, nothing was ever heard,
In an ordinary town, and an ordinary girl.
She's feeling, outrageous, so daft and courageous,
She's laughing, flirtacious, we're falling, unconscious,
She's selfish, and needy, she's wanton and greedy,
She's mugging, her lovers, she's bleeding her brothers from the level?
In an ordinary house, in an ordinary town,
Upon an ordinary street, nothing was ever found,
By an ordinary girl who never made a sound.
She's up in, the attic, she's bristling, with static
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She's wanton, and needy, she's selfish and greedy,
She's mugging, her lovers, she's bleeding her brothers from the level?
The ones she's, been kissing, are strangely, gone missing,
The day when you wed her, you saw me unteather,
This feeling, no never, they all went together
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I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar
Like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya
and if I ever go astray, I'll say that I knew ya
Tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya
To fall upon ourselves each night
and crawl like vampires from the light
and later on well they all say
They never cared much anyway
I've dreamed of myself so much, I must seem familiar
Like once what was my lovers touch, reached out to thrill ya
and if we ever go astray, I'll say that I knew ya
Tomorrows the same as yesterday, what good will that do ya
You're on your marks and off your face
Hung out in some exotic place
and in your hand but out of reach
Once more you go into the breach
We fall upon ourselves each night
and crawl like vampires from the light
and later on well they all say
They never made much anyway
and I dreamed of the stars so much, they seem familiar
like once what was your lovers touch, just reached back to kill ya
But if you ever went astray, I'd say that I knew ya
tomorrows same as yesterday, so what good will that do ya
You're on your marks and off your face
Hung out in some exotic place
But out of reach within your hand
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You know the faces, you know the places,
You know places where the faces fit
You always wanted, to never say it,
and now you wonder, well is this it?
I'm always screaming, dreaming
Strange without you, without you
You know the numbers, you dream in slumber,
You've got the faces and the photographs
You always want it, but never say it,
and now you wonder, well what do I have?
I'm always screaming, dreaming
strange without, without you
without you
strange without you
strange without you
without you
without you
strange without you
strange without you
strange without you
strange without you
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and times move so fast, and now there does not seem to be any
and once it felt that there was more than plenty
I do believe that something somewhere sent me
To you, astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.
and I admit, that I have spent some time in confusion
Not knowing what is or is not illusion
Riddled with myself and destruction
Astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.
and flux, we move, crawl across the sky like the weather
To think that she once thought that I was clever
But I was do or die not now or never
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Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue
Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what I'll do, with you
Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue
Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what I do, with you
What good is god or laughter, if you dont know what you're after whoo
Makes up the things that you do,
You're gutless and over-reaching, blessed and always preaching whoo
Makes up the things that you do
Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue
Dont put out the light, let me see you tonight, cuz thats what I'll do, to you
I'll tell you what I thinks funny, you've got the looks and money you
Make up the things that you do
Godless and without meaning, nothing left to believe in whoo
Makes up the things that you do
Making it stick, drip upon drip, is that what you do, with sand and glue
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Along the avenue of hope
The footsteps falter, the fingers grope
and days, stretch out, beneath the sun
No-one's born, and no-one dies, no-one lives, so no-one cries
and we wait to see just what we will become
Don't let me falter, don't let me ride
Don't let the earth in me subside
Let me see just who I will become
You're like the clouds in my home town
You just grow fat and hang around
and you're days stretch out beneath the sun
and you don't live, you don't die, you don't love so you don't cry
and we wait, to see just what we will become
Don't let me borrow, don't let me bring
Don't let me wallow, don't make me sing
Let me see just who I will becomee
Don't let me falter, don't let me hide
Don't let someone else decide
Just who or what I will become
Don't let them borrow, don't let them bring
Don't let them wallow, don't make them sing
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Woke up this morning
For someone to set you free
Turned round today
To find that someone was me
and we smoke, dead men's cigarettes
and we choke, on the bitter black regrets,
Of ourselves - we've found no-one else
Woke up this morning
For someone to set you free
Turned round today
To find that someone was me
and we smoke, dead men's cigarettes
and we choke, on the bitter black regrets,
Of ourselves - we've found no-one else
and we smoke, dead men's cigarettes
and we choke, on the bitter black regrets,
and we smoke, dead men's cigarettes
and we choke, on the bitter black regrets,
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Love, may have just come to bury me
But I'm not afraid of what I see
I'm not afraid of the world
Time, has gathered us here by coincidence
Thats why what I say doesn't make any sense
Life, may have just come to bury me
But I'm not afraid of what I see
I'm not afraid of the world
We, we're all gathered us here by coincidence
Thats why what we say doesn't make any sense
You, may have just come to carry me
Beyond the things I've ever seen
Love, may have just come to bury me
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I believe
in the hallelujah chorus of the shopping malls
we say we cant, we know we shant, well of course we shall
Cause I've seen, I believe
That we are forever something which is incomplete
we trade ourselves for nothings and words are our conceits
I have seen, now I believe
That the ceaseless, seamless strain of your heart
One day you'll cause itself to make a start
with me,we believe
I Never thought I'd string along
I never thought we'd last this long
But we've seen, so we believe
in the hallelujah chorus of the shopping malls
we say we cant, we know we shant, of course we shall
Cause we've seen, now we believe
I Never thought I'd string along
I never thought we'd last this long
I have seen, I Believe
That we are forever something which is incomplete
we trade ourselves for nothings and words are our conceits
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