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Tears For Fears
Tears For Fears




Альбом Tears For Fears


Raoul And The Kings Of Spain (1995)
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When the seventh of the seventh son
Comes along and breaks the chains
Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
Making it plain, making it sane
To turn this loss into a gain

Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain

Did you know your father was an island
Did you know your mother was the sea
Can we ever hope to seek asylum
From the bounds of fate and family

When the seventh of the seventh son
Comes along and breaks the chains

Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
Making it plain, making it sane
To turn this loss into a gain

Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain

Did you know all mothers come from heaven
Did you know all fathers come from hell
That is why they're at sixes and seven
That is why their marriage isn't well

When the seventh of the seventh son
Comes along and breaks the chains

Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
Making it plain, making it sane
To turn this loss into a gain

Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain
Raoul, Raoul, Raoul and The Kings of Spain

. . .



Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down

Some of us are free
Some are bound
Some will swim
Some will drown
Some of us are saints
Some are clowns
Just like me they're falling down

Well I lied to the nation
While my reputation ran dry
From my lungs to my liver
I clung to the river bank's side
Yeah well I'm back in the water
Doing what I oughta
Trying to lead an ordinary life

Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down

Some of us are green
Some are brown
Some are lost
Some are found
Sight unseen baby
Sound on sound
Pray for me I'm falling down

I was lost in the jungle
Crossed over enemy lines
Well I got me a red nose
By sleeping under hedgerows at night
Yeah well I tried levitation
Flying in formation
Heaven knows the weight of this crime

Is this
Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down

Falling down
Falling down

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It seems we caused a forest fire
With just a flicker of a flame
And now I set alight to everything
Now all I do is cause you pain

I won't keep secrets alive
I'll send them all out to space
Without the will to survive
They won't be going no place

Oh my angel
Woman child

I used to think the time would come
When man would rise above the beast
I gave up thinking that way long ago
In conversation with a priest

I won't keep secrets alive
I'll send them all out to space
Without the will to survive
They won't be going no place

Oh my angel
Woman child

We could have heal this blindness
With some human kindness
I know secrets kill you
But my love can fill you
Time and time again
Time and time again

It would be so fine
If you could be mine

I won't keep secrets alive
I'll send them all out to space
Without the will to survive
They won't be going no place

Oh my angel
Woman child

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Have a friend, calls me up
Says hello, then hangs up
He must have read my mind
These are the days of a different paradigm
Maybe once, even twice
He said "God does not play dice"
Yet if he's everywhere
He's in casinos with aces to spare

Oh, Love is God's mistake
Oh, Love is God's mistake

Ours is not to reason why
As we fall from way up high
Into the water
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Even now, God's mistake
Sets us up for one more heartbreak
God you look mighty fine
Dressed as the devil in a cosmic pantomime

Oh, Love is God's mistake
Oh, Love is God's mistake
Never was so much at stake
Oh, Love is God's mistake

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Daylight Saved
Daylight Saved
To spite the darkin
spite of the darkness
There I'll crave
There I'll crave
To get to the heart
In spite of the darkness
Great wide stretches of canvas
Signed by a godless name
Strange bright colours of madness
Only a fool would frame

Sketches of Pain
Sketches of Pain
Sketches of Pain
Some cry shame
Some cry shame
We tore them apart
We failed to imagine
God might claim
God might claim
The works of art
We failed to imagine
Great wide stretches of canvas
Signed by a godless name
Strange bright colours of madness
Only a fool would frame

Sketches of Pain
Sketches of Pain
Sketches of Pain
Sketches of Pain
Sketches of Pain
Sketches of Pain

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When time is like a needle
And night is the longest day
A home is a cathedral
A place where a king can pray

Ghosts all gone
Ghosts all gone
To another plane
Los Reyes Catolicos
Los Reyes Catolicos
Los Reyes Catolicos
Los Reyes Catolicos

Ghosts all gone
Ghosts all gone
To another plane
Los Reyes Catolicos
Los Reyes Catolicos

A home is like a castle
A place where a king can reign
Los Reyes Catolicos
Raoul and The Kings of Spain
Ghosts all gone

Ghosts all gone
Ghosts all gone
To another plane

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Mistress of the mind
Take me where the air is clean
Ignorance is kind
Emerald and evergreen

30 days September, year of miracle and grief
Through the haze, Remember
You're an animal, not a mineral

And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble

Through the human eye
Nature a soul extreme
Nothing seems to die
Pictures in a magazine

Through the maze, precisely
Through the myriad of schemes
With your gaze, entice me
Like an animal, not a mineral

And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble

Through the maze, precisely
Through the myriad of schemes
With your gaze, entice me
Like an animal, not a mineral

And we won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war, won the battle
Won the war, lost the battle
Lost the war
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Colour for the colourblind
All for the love of the humdrum and humble
Rubishing the phillistines
All for the love of the humdrum and humble

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I knew all of this was coming
Ain't that odd
Some things come out of nothing
As with God
Not my intention to amuse
Or confuse

I've been down to the kitchen
Played my part
Mapped out all all contradictions
Of the heart
Then someone came and stole my shoes
A situation I tried to diffuse

Long way back clouds were forming
If by choice
Some things come as a warning
Hear their voice
I wish that I could change its hue
Paint it blue
But when I think what I could lose
All other options disappear from view

When I Choose
I Choose You
I Choose You

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This is a religion
No, this is a drag
That man over there is smoking sweet cigarettes
Hey, look at that fag
I had a dream, I saw you swim
Sink to your grave
Down to Davy Jones's locker
Under the waves
Don't say "thank God for simple truths", yeah
Take me to your leader
Take me for a ride
The shutters were never opened
The days I used to hide
All of the things I never knew
I should have said
When you looked like Frida Kahlo
Curled up in bed
Don't say "thank God for simple truths", yeah

Don't drink the water, baby
Don't drink the water, baby
So much emotion
These eyes a strange kind of blue
Deep as the ocean
They named a sea after you
Don't say "thank God for simple truths", yeah

Don't drink the water, baby
Don't drink the water, baby
Don't drink the water, baby
Don't drink the water, baby

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Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

Go get a volunteer
We'll pay him well my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind

It's a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drag its feet
I wish we'd both been more discreet
Like light that it caught between night and day
You're stuck between me and my

Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

Well they love you when you're weak
Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
It's that thing we call control
There's a deep frustration
Black thoughts
That are stuck between someone's ears
Like me and my big idea

So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go

In a way this dream is over
Blown away our four leaf clover

There's no reason why
There's just me and my

Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I'm not that kind

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