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05.07.2010 |
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6. | The Moon Is A Blind Eye |
7. | Proof (new version) |
8. | It's Just The Night |
9. | Radiation |
10. | Same Shoes |
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Above there are no stars tonight just northern skies
Reflected light upon your face
People think stars rule our lives,
Some people they think otherwise
They can be replaced.
Where did you go on that big black night?
Did you take the coast road back through your life?
See the sand, the moon, the stars that shine the light
And say, well, they’ll do all right for me?
We shroud our lives in mysteries,
Shooting stars and storming seas, if we have any sense.
Storm clouds roll, they’re free to break
And we’re free to make the same mistakes again and again.
Where shall we go on that big, black night?
Shall we take the coast road back through our lives?
See the sand, the moon, the stars that shine the light
And say, well they’ll do all right without me?
Above there are no stars tonight, just northern skies
Reflected light and fields of snow.
Some people think stars rule our lives,
Some people they think otherwise
What does anybody know?
Where shall I go on that big, black night?
Shall I take the coast road back through my life?
See the sand, the moon, the stars that shine the light
And say, well, they’ll do all right for me?
Where shall I go on that big, black night?
Shall I take the coast road back through my life?
See the sand, the moon, the stars that shine the light
And say, well, they’ll do all right for me?
See the stars and constellations,
Sit beneath their congregation.
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Do you fancy a drink, i know a place called the brink, do you want to go there, i can buzz off your smile and there may people you know there, they've got no rule of thumb, so on the counter i strum with my fingers, and i adore the surprise of tomorrows sunrise, so i linger, i raise a glass, a smile or two, this stuff strips the light from your bones, and i would like to stay with you, but i leave alone.
you're the guy on the bus who's not quite one of us, you hear laughter, and they wont let you in 'cos everyone knows what your after, so you wear the disguise of your brilliant eyes drenched in flamboyance, and you sit by the bar much to everyone else's annoyance, i raise a glass, a smile or two, this stuff strips the light from your bones, and i would like to leave with you, but i stay alone.
[Violin!!!]
i raise a glass, a smile or two, well this stuff strips the light from your bones, and i would like to leave with you, well this stuff strips the light, this stuff strips the light, this stuff strips the light from your bones, from your bones.
from your bones...
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If heaven is a place upon your skin
that I may have touched from without to within
then dust yourself of fingerprints and grin
and grin
We don't have to stay
with these people whose ideas
are just what other people say
We can walk away
run these feelings that are filling up
our lives with daze
And I guess that I've been singing all my life
well that's right
and that is fine
I've been spending all your money and your time
well that's right
and that is fine
Cause I don't have to stay
with these feelings that are filling up
my life with daze
I can walk away
Run these people whose ideas
are just what other people say
Can I?
And the crowd that is gathered is confused
they're all trembling inside solitude
we've got nothing left to use
we've got all the bullets
but there's no one left to shoot
We can't walk away
run these feelings that are filling up
our lives with daze
We may have to stay
with these people whose ideas
are just what other people say
Can I again?
But if heaven is a place upon your skin
that I may have touched from without to within
will then dust yourself of fingerprints and grin
and grin
and grin
I guess that I've been singing all my life
well that's right
and that is fine
I've been spending all your money and your time
well that's right
and that is fine
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Lately
it's been a struggle
to make up what is left
of my mind
I've been hazy
lazy, listless and trouble
and the crazies they still come for me
in the night
What do they want?
What do they need?
What have I got
that they seek?
Lately
it's been a struggle
to make up what is left
of my mind
I've been hazy
lazy, listless and trouble
and the crazies they still come for me
in the night
What do they want
What do they need
What have I got
that they seek?
Lately
it's been a struggle
to make up what is left
of my mind
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When I was a child
I looked up to the sky
thought I saw you and I
in the clouds passing by
When I was a boy
I looked out at the sea
thought I saw you and me
in the waves on a breeze
I still do
Still do
Still do
When I was a child
I had that look in my eye
I had a will to despise
make destruction my life
I still do
Still do
Still do
I still do
Still do
Still do
When I was a boy
I looked out at the sea
thought I saw you and me
in the waves on a breeze
I still do
Still do
Still do
I still do
Still do
Still do
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