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The Court Of The Crimson King.
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournaments begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.Cats foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoias poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.Blood rack barbed wire
Polititians funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.Death seed blind mans greed
Poets starving children bleed
Nothing hes got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.Sung by the superb Billie Holiday
STRANGE FRUITYou’re lovely to me yes you are
We’ve traveled together
We’ve traveled so far
Your tongue it is wise
And there’s love in your eyes deep and blueYou’re lovely to me yes you are
And venus ascending is surely your star
I’ve seen how you shine
But I can’t make you mine it is trueYou’re a midsummer mountain in bloom
Heather and linden, the fruit of your womb
There’s honey and sap in the couch of your lap
Lady dayThere’s nothing you would not provide
When all is despair you are there at my side
It is you that is near it is you that gives ear
when I prayYou’re lovely to me yes you are
You’ve been out on the road with a craving for tar
You know what you need yes you’re canny in deed
And in nameYou’re lovely to me yes you are
And I’ll see you tonight in a local bar
We’ll be wed before dawn and by morning
We’re one and the sameThe old ones they knew you my love
They set you to reason and sullied a dove
But how could they try you or demystify you with wordsYou’re a city that’s pulling me still
You keep me from sleeping and strengthen my will
The gates they are strong but they open for song I
have heardYou’re lovely to me yes you are
You’re the beautiful one that time cannot mar
Your lost in the eyes of my love as she cries all for
joyYou’re lovely to me yes you are
You’re the elusive chord on my old guitar
You’re hidden ‘neath veils that our love making fails
to destroyThere’s all I desire in your voice
I fear I am bold but you leave me no choice
You know that to ask me to turn from my task would be
vainYou’re a rose that for no man will yield
You have many names and all of them sealed
Your empire is vast from the first to the last you
remainYou’re lovely to me yes you are
It’s war all the time but you bare no scar
You glitter like sand as it runs through my hands to
the seaYou’re lovely to me yes you are
You’re my drunken companion it’s right that you are
Your love takes me higher your love is the fire in meShe lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happensShe has robes and she has monkeys
Lazy diamond studded flunkies
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has youShe has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has youI see you live on Love Street
There’s this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year
I guess I like it fine.. so farShe lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens
La la la..THE VELVET UNDERGROUND
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Clubs and bells, your servant, dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heartDowny sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you thereI am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tearsKiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heartSeverin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for meI am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tearsShiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please dont forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heartTHIN LIZZY
Dont believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Dont believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that Im in love with youDont believe me if I tell you
That I wrote this song for you
There might be some other silly pretty girl
Im singing it toDont believe a word
For words are only spoken
Your heart is like a promise
Made to be brokenDont believe a word
Words can tell lies
And lies are no comfort
When theres tear in your eyesDont believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Dont believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that Im in love with youDont believe a word
Rusalka (Dvořák) Song to the Moon
O silver moon upon the deep dark sky,
Through the vast night pierce your rays.
This sleeping world you wander by,
Smiling on men’s homes and ways.
Oh moon ere past you glide, tell me,
Tell me, oh where does my loved one bide?
Oh moon ere past you glide, tell me
Tell me, oh where does my loved one bide?
Tell him, oh tell him, my silver moon,
Mine are the arms that shall hold him,
That between waking and sleeping he may
Think of the love that enfolds him,
May between waking and sleeping
Think of the love that enfolds him.
Light his path far away, light his path,
Tell him, oh tell him who does for him stay!
Human soul, should it dream of me, Let my memory wakened be.
Moon, moon, oh do not wane, do not wane,
Moon, oh moon, do not wane….1. Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.2. And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there’s doctors and there’s lawyers
And business executives,
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
3. And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.4. And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.MIKE OLDFIELD
Taking on water,
Sailing a restless sea
From a memory,
A fantasy.
The wind carries
Into white water,
Far from the islands.
Don’t you know you’re
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you?
Walking on foreign ground,
Like a shadow,
Roaming in far off
Territory.
Over your shoulder,
Stories unfold, you’re
Searching for sanctuary.
You know you’re
Never going to get to France…
I see a picture
By the lamp’s flicker.
Isn’t it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France…
I see a picture
By the lamp’s flicker.
Isn’t it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France…
Never going to get to France.
Never going to…
Never going to get to France.
Never going to…
Never going to get to France.
Never going to…
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