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Salvation
04:37
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Check out the wise men
The girls could give a damn
And it’s always a crowded room
Beauty by my bed
Salvation
Living is easy
The lowlifes are getting high
And the Devil is growing wise
Bible by his bed
Salvation-is the plan for us baby
Are we running free or living scared
Are we off the cuff, in the clear
Underdressed, unprepared for
Salvation
Our instincts were strong but our plan was unclear
We loaded our things and prepared for the trip
The road of excess tends to narrow and swerve
But the palace of wisdom is cool
So much for the good times
The gig wasn’t bound to last
Now it’s an empty room
Bottle by my bed
Salvation-was the cause for believing
But it’s over now, it’s disappeared
Are we out of touch, overwhelmed,
Out of league, undeserving
Salvation
Our instincts were strong but our plan was unclear
Salvation
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2. |
Barbarian
04:27
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Everyone is wise
Everyone is free
Everyone is on the rise
Except for maybe me
Everyone has charm
And everyone has grace
Everyone is well and warm
Everyone knows their place
I’d better learn to get along
I’d better learn that I am wrong
I’d better learn to know my place
And learn to love the human race
I’d better find a way to get myself in tune
Everyone is right
And everyone is real
Everyone is bold and bright
Everyone has appeal
Everyone is smart
And everyone is pure
Everyone is full of heart
Except for me, I’m sure
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3. |
The Muse & The Martyr
04:13
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I-I am your greed
I-I am your pride
I-I am your seed
I-I am your blight
The martyr called her to his fire and told her of his deep desire
You will be the spirit and I will be the host
The muse gave out a mocking laugh then she broke his bread in half
One piece for the flesh and one for the ghost
The muse and the martyr continued to barter
Some praxis for passion some whimsy for wine
The muse stoked the fire the martyr got higher
And said show me death when I show you the sign
The muse said you’ll see death means nothing to me
The martyr just grimaced and held out his hand
The muse gaily took it and eagerly shook it
And said with a wink so I’m at your command
Now we’ll sing
Now we’ll shine
Now we’re free
Now you’re mine
The fire had waned and the wine was well drained
The muse and the martyr got down to their task
The muse said we’ll be one by the time it’s all done
This is my price and it’s all I can ask
The music was groomed and the melodies bloomed
Lush in its body and tasteful in tone
The martyr did use all the love of his muse
She for her part was no longer alone
Now we’ll sing
Now we’ll shine
Now we’re free
Now you’re mine
Then she said
I-I am your greed
I-I am your pride
The martyr tipped his hat at death
The muse consumed his final breath
She was his famine and he was her feast
So broken hearted the muse then departed
And left her cold lover in silence and peace
Then with a chortle both glib and immortal
She lit up her fire and practiced her craft
She played on her lyre while tending her fire
And sang as she burned and burned as she laughed
Now we’ll sing
Now we’ll shine
Now we’re free
Now you’re mine
Then she said
I-I am your greed
I-I am your pride
I-I am your seed
I-I am your blight
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4. |
Carry On
03:27
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One morning I woke up and I knew that you were gone.
A new day, a new way, I knew I should see it along.
Go your way, I'll go mine and carry on.
The sky is clearing and the night has gone out.
The sun, he come, the world is all full of light.
Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on.
The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song.
Now witness the quickness with which we get along.
To sing the blues you've got to live the dues and carry on.
Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all.
Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness? Will you bring me sorrow?
Oh, the questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see,
Lover, can you talk to me?
Girl, when I was on my own, chasing you down,
What was it made you run, trying your best just to get around?
The questions of a thousand dreams, what you do and what you see,
Lover, can you talk to me?
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Standing on the shoulders of giants
Perverting all the laws of natural science
And when I bring her back to this life
She’ll make the perfect little space wife
I’ll hose her down and fix her up like new
I’ll take her home to a pleasure dome for two
We’ll both hold hands and play a round of spot the boy
It’s a dalliance she’ll be wired to enjoy
Hard at work on my seminal idea
Fashioning my own space age Galatea
Soon I’ll have her up and walking
But she’ll be wired for less talking
I’ll light her up and give her refuge from the dark
We’ll be a pair she’ll be the lepton to my quark
This job is messy but will be done soon enough
Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty for love
For love...
Earnest Hemmingway could eighty-six his chicks with just the turn of a phrase
I plan to bring Kruella back not shower her with elegiac praise
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