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Seven Corners
03:00
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To the seven corners of the earth
Send a message of divine birth
From the corners, unchecked power
Combined as one to build a tower
See the signs, the time has come
Even those who thought they knew will run
“I am Alpha and Omega,” he proclaims
He puffs his chest but all in vain
As it was it will come to be
As it was it will come to be
Like the tower falls, so do we
Little fleshy balls of entropy
The spirits scattered across seven lands
Will all bow down before this one command
A voice that screams into the endless night
A million ways to bring some light
The physical death when the body decays
The final death when they forget your name
As it was it will come to be
As it was it will come to be
A child is born, but not divine
Another life connects a line
A road of joy and misery
She’s not divine, but she is to me
As it was it will come to be [woo!]
As it was it will come to be [woo!]
As it was it will come to be [woo!]
As it was it will come to be [woo!]
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2. |
The Axe Forgets
03:55
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You hurt me when I was lost
When I was bare and in the frost
I almost laid myself to rest
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
When autumn knocks upon my door
I leave behind what serves no more
Yet some nights I can’t find rest
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
Maybe it was only a mistake
But it made my whole body shake
I don’t know if you do
But I remember you
As time passes, I blossom and grow
I find beauty, purpose and flow
Is this as good as it gets?
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
On a sunny day we’ll meet again
Good to see you, my old friend
Can I share what I know upsets?
The tree remembers what the axe forgets
Maybe it’s not worth it to say
But it’s an itch inside my brain
I don’t know if you do
But I remember you
How do you remember when the axe forgets?
How do you remember when the axe forgets?
How do you remember when the axe forgets?
How do you remember when the axe forgets?
You hurt me when I was lost [Maybe it was only a mistake]
When I was bare and in the frost [But it made my whole body shake]
I almost laid myself to rest [I don’t know if you do]
The tree remembers what the axe forgets [But I remember you]
On a sunny day we’ll meet again [Maybe it’s not worth it to say]
Good to see you, my old friend [But it’s an itch inside my brain]
Can I share what I know upsets? [I don’t know if you do]
The tree remembers what the axe forgets [But I remember you]
Maybe it was only a mistake
But it made my whole body shake
I don’t know if you do
But I remember you
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3. |
Machine Gun
03:46
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I will scream if I want to
I’ll aim my barrel straight at you
I do what I want, not what I need
I’ve got a tool to make your ears bleed
A hail of bullets in no particular key
Sweet or sour if you want it to be
I choose violence, I choose peace
Whichever sound offers some release
And it goes…
Who will bear witness to my might?
Only I will know what’s right
Who will be the one to bear my brunt?
When I strap my machine gun to my front
I choose violence, I choose peace
I choose violence, I choose peace
I choose violence, I choose peace
I choose violence, I choose peace
I choose violence, I choose peace
I choose violence, I choose peace
I choose violence, I choose peace
I choose violence, I choose peace
And it goes…
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Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
How I want to be in that number
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the drums begin to bang
Oh, when the drums begin to bang
How I want to be in that number
Oh, when the drums begin to bang
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
How I want to be in that number
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call
Oh, when the moon turns red with blood
Oh, when the moon turns red with blood
How I want to be in that number
Oh, when the moon turns red with blood
Oh, when the stars fall from the sky
Oh, when the stars fall from the sky
How I want to be in that number
Oh, when the stars fall from the sky
Oo là là, encore un qui passe par ici. C'est le cinquième aujourd'hui. Certains repèrent des trains, moi je repère des saints. Chaque matin, je suis ici, de neuf à onze heures, seulement les jours de la semaine – j'ai une vie, vous savez. Hé, voilà Thadéé. J'ai toujours pensé qu'il était sous-estimé. Oh, voilà Saint Nicolas. J'ai été un trèèèès bon garçon cette année. C'en est un de moins sur ma liste à voir avant de mourir. Hé, qui es-tu pour juger ? Nous avons tous nos passe-temps.
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
How I want to be in that number
Oh, when the saints go marching in
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5. |
Waves of Wheat
04:15
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It’s night-time on the trail
The wind’s gone out my sails
Will you walk with me?
Who knows what we might see?
When all our muscles ache
We’ll jump into the lake
The thrill that I can feel
Is how I know I’m real
A sea afar from shore
A place where weary feet
Will have to walk no more
Be soothed by waves of wheat
When we wake beneath a tree
We finally will see
Beyond the mountain range
A universe in change
A sea afar from shore
A place where we can meet
And sit and talk some more
Be soothed by waves of wheat
A sea afar from shore
A place where weary feet
Will have to walk no more
Be soothed by waves of wheat
With fire as our only light
We stared into the night
The stars, they were so clear
I was so glad you were here
I was so glad you were here
I was so glad you were here
I was so glad you were here
I was so glad you were here
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6. |
Ape Embrace
03:40
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Lurking in the shadows of the zoo
Staring at the gibbons and the tamarins too
Waiting for the day to end
I’ve got the urge to make a primate friend
The darkness here is warmer than the sun
And my actual life has just begun
Security is shutting down the grounds
As the urge to meet a monkey grows more profound
I’m sticking bits of fur to my face
Seeking nothing more than an ape embrace
They spend their time simply hanging ‘round
And I want a taste of the joy they’ve found
I’ve got no dough for what you’re sellin’
Just let me run loose on a thick, ripe melon
The world won’t simply let me be
Time to start anew in a chimpan-society
When I say A, you say [monkey noises]
When I say P, you say [monkey noises]
When I say E, you say [monkey noises]
A, P, E [monkey noises intensify]
That tyre on a rope looks good to me
Who knew that in a prison you could feel so free?
Everything is back on track
As I’m setting up my nest with a toque macaque
I’m getting hots tips from an orangutan
He whispers in my ear, “I swing therefore I am”
It’s a happy home with my monkey wife
If you love what you do…you’ll never work a day in your life
Okay monkeys, time to line up. Get over here. You too, man. Everyone line up. Now, these are called printouts. If you’ve heard of Wikipedia, you’ll already know what this is. These are some of my favourite monkey-related articles that we’ll be using to learn sign language. So, when I do this with my thumb, that means ‘banana’. Don’t do this with your thumb…that’s something totally different. Who here has experience with sign language? Do a see a hand raised at the back? What’s your name, pal? I haven’t got a monkey name yet, so just call me ‘dad’…
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7. |
Comes and Goes
03:14
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He’s tapping on my window in the dead of night
Silences my dreams as he holds me in his sight
A whisper in the darkness, obscene silhouette
Every little failure and all the regrets
He knows nothing, he knows it all
From underneath the covers, I hear his call
Makes me pull at my hair and tear at my skin
The more you let out, the more he gets in
He comes and goes, he comes and he goes
He comes and goes, he comes and he goes
He comes and goes, he comes and he goes
He comes and goes, he comes and he goes
He’s only a memory, he’s only a dream
He’s only a place that I’ve never been
The tap on the shoulder, the deafening sigh
The stains on his teeth, the tear in his eye
Following my shadow, with him I collide
At the centre of the maze where he resides
He won’t let you sleep, you will not unwind
It’s dark as a dungeon way down in the mind
He’s gone by the morning, he hides from the sun
He never leaves a clue to what made him come
The question’s not if, the question is when
He’ll tap on my window and call me again
How long this will last, only he knows
The only outcome, I suppose
Is that he comes and he goes and he comes and he goes
He comes and he goes and he comes and he goes…
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8. |
Submariner
04:00
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The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.
With a lack of experience, the young sailor makes
Errors in judgement that lead to mistakes
The crewmember shares with him words of committal
Little and often, often and little
Through waves of ten metres, the Albion ploughs
The sailors aren’t bothered and sleep in its bowels
And docking in Guz, the crew of the Alliance
Meet buddies in boats who sail the Defiance
Submariner, submariner
Submariner at sea
Submariner, submariner
A submariner to be
From the Strait of Singapore to the east of Ostend
The crew raise a toast to the thought of absent friends
And wait for four hours just to reach a landline
Then sail from Sfax on the HMS Tyne
The Manxman follows Ahab’s plan
Unmanned of Mann but still a man
And Maturin tends to the crewmembers’ pains
One more step, Mr Hands, and I’ll blow out your brains
But these stories are less than what the sailor can be
And self-understanding is the longest journey
When you’ve done what you’ve done and seen what you’ve seen
You’ll understand by then what these Ithakas mean
Submariner, submariner
Submariner at sea
Submariner, submariner
A submariner to be
The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the ‘Living Infinite’...The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it? In it is supreme tranquillity.
Little and often, often and little
Pieces of wood are sawed, shaped and whittled
And in the child’s bedroom, the ships are now hid
Inside of a box with ‘Carpe Diem’ in the lid
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9. |
Comme Une Évidence
04:26
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Tu m’as fait rire dès le premier instant
Tes grands et petits gestes qui en disent tant
Tu es pétillante, tu es galant
Toi et moi ensemble, c’était
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
On a grandi depuis ainsi que notre amour
Oh oui je t’aime jusqu’à lune et de retour
Tu me donnes confiance en moi et puis en l’autre
Quel bonheur de vivre l’histoire qui est la nôtre
Barcelone et Namur, Dakar et Gembloux
On s’est supportés ici, là et partout
Avec toi je veux construire mon avenir
Être compagnons de route, c’est
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Je dis oui à toujours
Je dis oui à notre amour
À notre avenir commun
À nos folies de demain
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
Comme une évidence
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10. |
Goblin Country
03:46
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I was born in Goblin Country, I roam where the giants roar
I’ve walked these hills and know these woods
From Cardinham to Black-a-Tor
I traced where An Gof’s rebels marched
I lurked where Childe the Hunter died
I am here in ancient land where mist and shadows come alive
I’ve rode across Dumnonia where Hairy Hands do roam
And let my ghostly carriage claim the travellers as its own
I see one across the bog, a future Joan the Wad
Follow me down fairy paths, the weather’s far too bad
Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country
Gobble up!
I’m walking in Goblin Country, where lost highways chill the soul
And spirits seem to hover in the fairytales told
As I look for the beast of Bodmin, know I needn’t fear her
When I look for the beast of Bodmin, I look in the mirror
Green Devil’s in the moorland, I see the face of Puck
And with no torch or pony, it seems I’m out of luck
A glowing will-o’-wisp creates a path on this dark night
Enter my stone circle and we’ll dance by pixie light
Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country
Gobble up!
An gwella taklow oll a hwer orth an gool
[All the best things happen at the feast]
Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country, Goblin Country
Gobble up!
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11. |
Baba O'Riley
03:55
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Out here in the fields
I farm for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
Sally, take my hand
We'll travel south across land
Put out the fire and don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together before we get much older
Teenage wasteland, it's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland, it's only teenage wasteland
They're all wasted
Teenage wasteland, it's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland, it's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland, it's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland, it's only teenage wasteland
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Hello, I’m still here
Even when I’m not near
Beneath my lids I see your face
And I’m warm in your embrace
Now someone’s touch can be a home
Allow my mind to grow
I love you from your head to your toes and from your toes to your head
Totally head over heels
Until when?
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
To the last syllable of recorded time
I’ll understand ‘til that very end
What I needed most was a friend
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