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Killing Joke
Killing Joke




Альбом Killing Joke


Brighter Than A Thousand Suns (1986)
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Adorations

Courage and Cowards move, heroes to ecstasy
Welcomes of war and wounds, vigil and victory
Structures of atoms dance, sugar towards the taster,
Prey to the predator, love as we're falling down

Through light and laughter flow, to dirge and death we go,
Mindless processions move, lanterns of burning towns,
Welcome to fray and feast, bliss in all sorrows found,
Rhythms and random moves and waves of adorations.

Patterns I'm finding
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle.
Patterns we're finding
Our faces raised in adorations.

Deserts are paradise, awake to genocides.
Delight and suffering, these roles that we have found
Nourished by food we eat, hungered by waste excrete
From apes or sons of god, let every act be sacred.

Patterns I'm finding
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle.
Patterns we're finding
Our faces raised in adorations.

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All across the scenes the statues crumble
We cherished the seconds, counted the days
And people move with lines across their faces
Embracing each other with a smile

For sanity's sake, sanity's sake, sanity's sake
For sanity's sake, sanity's sake, sanity's sake

We'll remember distant times and places
We'll remember summer sun that yields
Shed our bodies heart and soul for love's sake
Civilizations wax and wane.

Inocence will fade away like Autumn
Likewise the dream of youth, the task
And we shall be at peace upon our parting
With the thoughts of loved ones in our hearts

For sanity's sake, sanity's sake, sanity's sake
For sanity's sake, sanity's sake, sanity's sake

So let the sunrise light up the distnat shores
And we'll remember last days of Rome again.

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We in our infancy, led down shining paths
Shine, shine, shining paths, divine our disillusion
Face our imperfection, I begin to wonder
Onion peelings scattered, we've been crying crying.

Open our eyes and tears run down
I open my eyes and tears run down
I look through your mind and tears run down
And under the skies and tears run down.

Look at our condition, stand on concrete dias
Lovers frail and naked move like pawns on chessboards
I had no idea, I had no conception
Where have we all come from? Where are we all going?

Open our eyes and tears run down
I open my eyes and tears run down
I look through your mind and tears run down
And under the skies and tears run down.

All these changes we shall witness
I will try to understand
Share your grief and your confusion, compassion in us cries
No divine intervention, only moves on black and white
Great schemes, great schemes are also made of these.

Open our eyes and tears run down
I open my eyes and tears run down
I look through your mind and tears run down
And under the skies and tears run down.

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The days I wonder, the nights I ponder, and time is running out.
I saw restrictions of mortal lifespan, and hurled the lance beyond.

The stone that's bleeding, the rock that's breathing, the war that's in our blood.
Rapid formations, and celebrations, my Universe shall march.

Through love of a labour, one law to follow, until the day is done
We take our places amongts the mortals, but soon the day is done.

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Around, around, young men and women move
Through sun and steel our lives transforming
To forge a link flow backwards to our source
And forfeit self amongst the masses

Why do we love them?
Love of the masses

They fight and play in timeless rivalry
The people clamour for a loser
WIth joy and sorrow mixed we realize
That epace shall come by sacrifice

Why do we love them?
Love of the masses

As proud as heroes walking hand in hand
The common destiny we're sharing
And all affected without prejudice
Shall forfeit self amongst the masses

Why do we love them?
Love of the masses.

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Peace at the break of dawn, mist on the shore
Time is healing everything, time is standing still
A voice, that is singing in my head
With the breeze, the waves, the sea
As we start to move as one

Down from the hills, into the forest
Walking on sand, into the water
I've been dreaming - islands on my mind

Down from the hills, into the forest
Walking on sand, into the water
I've been dreaming -under a southern sky

Bright are the scented flowers, many shades of green
Water from the purest spring - man is finding wealth
Down by the clearing in glades of fern and palm
Invocations rising from servants of the Star
And walk with the breeze, the waves, the earth
As we move in unison

All the seeds blowing further to the south
Continuity when all's said and done.
All the seeds blowing further to the south
Continuity when all's said and done.

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Across the sand under a crescent moon
In celebration of our feards
And rumours circulating in the street
The candle burns the world awaits

We ask is this some kind of victory?
Where is the dream, where is the sanity?

As crying echoes down the corridors
The child comes running to his mother's arms
And all the things I hold so dear to me
I love my wife, I love my family

Raise up your heads and voices
The promise of beyond
With courage face the moment
Remember who you are!

A frightened people losing dignity
The shadow of an island in their minds
While fools are bent on making history
With nothing gained, is this our destiny?

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Bleak are the hearts in summer, long wintertme
We are god children running, immortal child
Out on the chill horizon, shine morning stars
Configurations I'll remember herald one season always

Run, run, run, how we run
We cry like children
In wintergardens now.

Run, run, run, how we run
And play like children
In wintergardens now.

Cry for the pride in our wars, the tragedy
Lost in this blinding frenzy, all knowledge fades.
Crimes of humanity or courageous deeds?


No longer see injustice in self destruction always.

Visions of pna transforming, new heavens come
Eternal are the grey skies, gardens invert
Nightshades of Eden touch me, forever touch
No god has answered prayers here (except ourselves).

Run, run, run, how we run
We cry like children
In wintergardens now.

Run, run, run, how we run
And play like children
In wintergardens now.

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The age of miracles, assent of man in strident tones
Realms of fantastic have been forged by folly speed and steel
Out of the cones stream forth, creation is not yet complete
New species come, old species fall to nature once again.

Now that I've found god on every side - and in every legion

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

The shipyards blaze, vibrant arsenals wait their turn
Idols of rational worlds to worship power, to worship strength
Great crowds excited by riot, pleasure, work
Insane crusades, destructive gesture of the freedom bringers
And all the bells shall toll, as holy banners fly
And all with talk of freedom

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

Let rage and hate of races run from Adam down
The magic of our science shines brighter than a thousand suns
Liberty in new dimensions ruthless and spectacular
Obliteration shall be poetry of 'Golden Dwans'
And as the people thrill, I stand and comprehend upon the threshold.

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

. . .


Around the strangers moved, the shouts I felt within
New panoramas seen (I loved it as it was).
Forests of pylons built, the scaffolding is raised
And how the men pursue their worrk
They act convinced of freedom.

Crossed over by the bridge
The brook was running ill.
We recognised the place - places we knew as children
We wept upon the sight, and progress tore our hearts
Fences divide the land, homes boxed like rabbit hutches.

Goodbye to the village
Goodbye to the village

Where soil will not provide, no king and land are one
Monopolise the holy ground, all that we hold as sacred
No harvest moon shall rise, no valley homestead seen
And now the cities never end, and how the cities stretch forever

And in the morning promise me great times will come again
And the homelands in our hearts will never fade away
Let the legends promise me the earth shall rise again
And homelands in the hearts of men shall never fade away.


Goodbye to the village
Goodbye to the village
Goodbye to the village
Goodbye to the village

I'll never never see my home
I'll never never see my home

You'll never never see your home
You'll never never see your home

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Outside the boundaries where all the streets are empty
In such a lonely moment we reach the same conclusion
Chants of cathedral choirs, stations of iron cogs grind
Primeaval screams we heard.

Release cannot be found, no
You'll never see that water flow
You'll never see the water flowing

We that have tasted such beauties of corruption
Triumphal arches raised designed to fall again
My kingdom and place of exile
You'll never see the water flowing.

Your shouts of righteousness jaded our contributions
Too scared for anger, the cause without a rebel
No revolutions in four four time
You'll never see that water flowing.

I walk down amongst the ruins and past glories shattered me
Elysian decays, answers that we are finding
Waters of perfection fade
You'll never see the water flow
You'll never see the water flow
You'll never see the water flowing.

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