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Have you read the news today?
Reports of good and evil, disaster's on its way.
Have you heard the news today?
There's fighting in the streets.
It's the end days.
But the rain keeps falling down, the rain keeps falling down
It's the end game.
It's time to wipe the slate clean.
It's time to take a leap of faith.
If ever there's a time to pray, we must kneel today.
Bring on the pain. Bring on the suffering.
But the rain keeps falling down, the rain keeps falling down
For the end game.
But the rain keeps falling down.
Have you read the news today?
The rain keeps falling down.
Have you read the news today? But the rain keeps falling down.
It's the end game.
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Let's fly again.
Remember the days when we were young.
Dressing up and having fun.
Playing football in the park.
Sitting on the swings 'til it was dark.
And in our dreams we dreamed of flight.
Flying over the countryside.
We flew so far, we flew so high.
We could almost touch the sky.
But now we're old, and now I know,
We spread our wings and we're ready to go.
Let's fly again, from fly to, from fly to fall.
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Nervous.
Very, very dreadfully nervous.
I had been, and am. But why will you say that I am mad?
I heard all things under Heaven and in the Earth. I heard many things in Hell. How then am I mad?
Hearken.
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There's a party going down like never before,
They just arrived early with their folks at the door,
The host lets them in cause they're in for a treat,
There's a new thing on the menu, a special kind of meat.
So I turned around and said what's the deal
What're you doing, where's my meal.
They said, hey Mr Bully you're in for a fright,
We're hunting humans in the dead of the night, c'mon.
We're hunting humans, we are the new cannibals,
Every fight is a food fight for a cannibal.
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When I sit up here in Notre Dame
Tearing at the streets
Birds they are my only friend
They're the only guys I meet
Days they always seem to drag
When you're sitting all alone
But is it really hard to care
When your heart is made of stone
And I said oooh the sun it burns so cold
and my mind sets free
from the stone that imprisons me
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Oooh, the sun it burns so cold
Freeze my body into stone.
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Why are we taught, taught to be who we are not.
Why are we taught to live our lives in chains.
Why are we taught, taught to be who we are not.
Why are we taught to live this masquerade.
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As the mask that we wear cracks through the realms the establishment swears were never there,
These words are woven into a spell of disenchantment now spoken.
These words are woven as we dance on the chains that are now broken.
These words are woven as the flaming sword of freedom is still smoking.
These words are woven as a rhythm and a passion of the drums are still rolling.
These words are woven with intention and close compassion.
A new way is chosen.
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I will not fear the coming of what's clear.
I have no time to run or hide.
I am the Hunted.
But I am the Hunter.
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LM Cooke - Poor Jenny
04:46
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The sea is calm and flat and still, and the frozen water extends until the horizon steals my soul from me - and the ice is all that I can see...
Poor Jenny left home back in '23
She sped a fair course across the sea
With sails hung full and her mast stood tall
Poor Jenny the schooner would conquer them all
Ahoy, ahoy a shape in the ice
A shape from the past, forgotten and lost
Poor Jenny the schooner frozen in brine
Hope came for poor Jenny, but not in time
Poor Jenny left Lima in darkest Peru
Her cargo was heavy, her path was true
But in the Drake Passage she mistook her course
And the ice closed her in with implacable force
When the Hope found her she wasn't alone
Her crew still aboard her, she was their last home
For 17 years they lay in her hold
Preserved by the brine and the ice and the cold
Ahoy, ahoy...
Poor Jenny's captain was last left alive
Found with his journal about to inscribe
No food for 71 days, it read
No further entries, the last of the dead
Poor Jenny's crew we buried at sea
Six men, a woman and a dog, all at sea
But the Jenny felt eerie and the Jenny felt cold
So back to the Hope for the sake of our souls
When night came a mist rose and temperatures fell
The night on the ocean like some frozen hell
By sunrise we realised that we were alone
She'd slipped through the ice and the Jenny was gone
Ahoy, ahoy...
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LM Cooke - Yellow Eyes
03:45
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Yellow eyes in the trees
Where he's scratching at his fleas
And he's hiding away
All the better to watch his prey
Yellow eyes, unblinking stare
Look away if you dare
There's a hunger in his eyes
And it means that something dies
CHORUS
Quiet wolf, silent wolf
Hungers for the kill
Quiet wolf, silent wolf
He'll howl once he gets his fill.
Yellow eyes in the dark
And the moon is pale and stark
Hunger burning within
And he knows that soon it will begin
Yellow eyes getting near
Not a sound can you hear
There's a wolf in your mind
So beware of what you'll find
CHORUS
Yellow eyes in the black
Wonder if you're going to crack
Feel them burning within
Feel them linger on your skin
Yellow eyes make their move
Yellow eyes don't have to prove
Yellow eyes above you float
Yellow fangs sink in your throat
CHORUS x2
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We sailed the seas, from port to port.
A thousand long-lost souls are born.
Heave-Ho.
Storm or calm, we never stay,
We just sail onwards come what may.
Heave-Ho.
We've a well-found ship and an able crew,
Beware these words we say to you,
If you touch this deck be it boy or man,
You will never again set foot on land.
Heave-Ho.
We'll splice the mainbrace soon boys.
Heave-Ho.
And the anchor never falls.
Heave-Ho.
You're on the Dutchman now boys, longest cruising ship of all.
We sailed beneath a dead man's curse,
A thousand sailors damned or worse.
Heave-Ho.
If you ever should spy our sails,
Our curse on you will will never fail.
Heave-Ho.
We've a well-found ship and an able crew,
But beware these words we say to you,
If you touch this deck be it boy or man,
You will never again set foot on land.
Heave-Ho.
We'll splice the mainbrace soon boys.
Heave-Ho.
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One of us will be alive by the breaking of the dawn
I'm resolved that person will be me
With his blood I pay the tithe so that I may be reborn
Unabsolved, the waves will receive me
Blow, wind, blow!
Fill my lungs with shouting
Burn, sky, burn!
Stoke my heart with fire
Flow, rain, flow!
Wash away my doubting
Turn, earth, turn!
With you I'll conspire
He said:
"I had never seen the sky 'til I gazed into your eyes
From tonight our lives start in earnest
Never will I leave your side, for when two worlds collide
There's a spark that kindles a furnace
Blow, wind, blow!
Fly us to the heavens
Burn, sky, burn!
Fill our days with sun
Flow, rain, flow
Quench our thirst forever
Turn, earth, turn!
With you we will run"
I'm the reason he's alive so his life I shall reclaim
One more stab of pain won't undo me
I made every sacrifice but her beauty stole my light
She's so bright, he's looking right through me
Blow, wind, blow!
Fill my lungs with shouting
Burn, sky, burn!
Stoke my heart with fire
Flow, rain, flow!
Wash away my doubting
Turn, earth, turn!
With you I'll conspire
One of us will be alive by the breaking of the dawn
I'm resolved that person will be me
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Jessica Law - Polite
03:13
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Have you ever wondered why I turn away or just try to ignore you?
Have you ever wondered why you feel the need to try to cause me pain?
It’s good and it’s nice and it’s kind
To refrain
Did your mother never tell you not to rant and rave and stamp and storm through?
Did your father never tell you not to break a heart and run away?
You lie and you cheat and betray
And you pay
And oh, they should have told you
That it’s not nice
And it’s not kind
It’s not polite
So I hold the door
And I bow and let you walk through
Tea is all laid out
Dainties on a silver tray
The peaches are lovely this year
So they say
Little finger out
As I sip and watch and wonder
At the way you slouch
And the way you slurp your tea
By teatime tomorrow it won’t
Bother me
And oh, they should have told you
That it’s not nice
And it’s not kind
It’s not polite
Watch the minute hand
As it crawls around the clock face
In the hotel room
Where she sits and sighs and waits
Did nobody tell you it’s rude
To be late?
And oh, they should have told you
That it’s not done
It just won’t do
It’s not polite
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Come unto the corn
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In the gloaming, by the wood,
And by the willow tree, stood Cruel Henry,
By the river, this is where he murdered me.
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In the darkness, in the silence,
There by the willow tree, I called Cruel Henry,
by the river, I whispered here, you murdered me.
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Stood Cruel Henry, by the river,
Down by the willow tree. Soon you join me,
In forever, all because he murdered me.
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In the morning, by the river,
Down by the willow tree, lay Cruel Henry,
Pale and empty, underneath the willow tree.
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When my story started, a very different man was I
So much has changed for me in so little time
Older now and sadly wise
The years have worn me down
I'll take this chance to tell my tale if you'll allow
None could stop the factory rise, without a voice we were swept aside
Men who swore to break the frames were crushed by Redcoats standing by
Left with the clothes I stand in
All I held dear is lost now
Lend me your ears and heed my warning while you can
Huddled at the workhouse gates, a family torn apart just waits
Praying that the stories can't be true
Through the workhouse gates, equality for all inmates
Knowing now the stories are all true
Behold the Master of this House, The Guardians' Rules are your world now
All men that can work say your goodbyes, All women and children dry your eyes!
Now sort out the lame and weak of mind, Life here is full and fair and kind
No place for laments, no mercy pleas, Beginning today Work Will Set You Free....
Now you've heard my story, it happened long ago
Different times and different laws, so far from all you know.
How could this relate to you? Those days could not return!
Consigned to dusty history books, What lessons can you learn?
Don't disregard those history books, there are pages left to turn.....
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The Storyteller :
A mile or more beyond the town where Roman beacons burned
A long established hostelry, it stands all alone
The track that marks the entrance, often missed from the road
The turnpike has fallen quiet, none will call here tonight
As the dizzy whirls of sleet announce the storm
Bella the maid dims the lamps and bolts the door
The landlord George smiles and counts his takings after Bowes Fair
The roof creaks and groans as the wind bears down from Stainmore
Alone, enclosed, they won't see another soul
As they say their prayers to save them from the storm
Waves of rain and snow spiral down
Consumed by fear & darkness, heartbeats quicken now
They're deafened by the howling screaming sound
Then it's broken by a knocking at the door
A feeble cry of "Help me" then no more
The Occupants :
Who stands outside? A wet bedraggled old woman bent double no less
Come quickly inside! Dry clothes, warm milk, our Bella will help you undress
The Traveller :
"Nothing I can say can repay you for your kindness sir
I lost the track as day turned into night
A pauper's widow I, can no longer pay my way
My daughter waits in Brough for me, I'll leave you at first light"
The Occupants :
Sit by the Fire! No payment required when we answer a traveller's distress
Before we retire - we'll see that you're well, now take what you need and God bless
The Traveller :
"Let me say again, I don't want food or drink
Despite my situation, I still retain some pride
Now talking tires me so, I beg you let me rest
Don't touch my cloak or clothing! Just take yourself to bed!"
Let all who rest be drawn into the deepest sleep
Let those who dare to stay awake, unerringly their vigils keep
Hand of glory, keep their heavy eyelids closed
Revealing hidden riches whilst your magic taper glows
Stolen from a gibbet corpse, wrapped in a funeral shroud
Dried out with saltpeter, I command thee now
Hand of Glory, Shining Bright
Guide Your rightful owner to their rightful spoils tonight
The Storyteller:
Though she feigned to sleep, Bella watched the stranger's movements
Disturbed by their growling voice and the hood that hid their face
Surprised to see new riding boots on a pauper's wife
Then the trav'ler rose to six feet tall and slid the bolt from the door
From the folds of a steaming cloak withdrew a dead man's wizened hand
Lit the candle in its grip then the ritual began
The Traveller:
Hand of Glory where Roman signal beacons burned
I call on age-old wisdom, let the dead man's fire return
In the house where your light burns, in vain the sleepers turn
The killer's hand holds them tight, alive will be as dead tonight
From the gallow's pole to High Stainmore
Hand of Glory, do all I desire tonight
The Storyteller:
Bella ran and cried for help - but no one came
Sleepers trapped under the spell of that unholy flame
She recalled Grandmother's tales, about the Hand of Cain
Candles fashioned from a murderer, only witchcraft could sustain
She grabbed the milk jug by the range, she doused the hand
The eerie glow was gone, then with his shotgun George appeared!
The Gang :
Give up the Hand! We don't want to harm you!
Give up the Hand, and we won't return
We have you surrounded, powerful witchcraft
Terrible vengeance, don't make us come in!
Give up the hand, give up the hand!
Give up the hand, give up the hand!
Give up the hand - you force us to enter
Give up the hand - no quarter applies
The Landlord:
I don't fear your witchcraft!
There were others before you
Who broadened my learning
Here's my reply.....
The Storyteller:
Though many years have passed and the story has become folklore
Many still believe the Hand of Glory is on Stainmore
The Spital Inn the legend says, but no-one's really sure
After all, it's only make believe....
But if you're travelling late at night in Winter weather foul and
You lose the road then spy a coaching inn you never knew about and
You see a warm and welcome glow, the sign says "Vacancies"
Don't fall asleep in that hostelry tonight
Shine on, shine on, shine on
From the Gallow's Pole to High Stainmore
Hand of Glory, sleep well tonight
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The city´s blood is rushing In and out of me. I have to close my eyes to feel the moving sea. The city´s living, breathing her own reality. I wonder when it happened that this got part of me
Heartbeat – Streetbeat – Workbeat – Hive. My Beat - Your Beat - Our Street – Life
I am part of the living That keeps me alive. I am a fighting soldier in this big beehive. I love this awesome city with all the heat of life. I love the city monster
The city keeps me running when I just wish to sleep. It makes me always crawl upwards To be top of the heap. The city´s one and millions who do the same as me. I feel like part of this beast And it is part of me
The city is my lover and my worst enemy. I run and duck for cover trying to dig me free. This city bore me bravely till time did come for me. I am this city, I am the vast plurality
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What will I be when I lose my bones? What god carry me through waves of bitterness?What shall I do when I´m down and out? Will you be there to drag me further? I think not. I´ll be alone, all by myself.
Beauty is my profession - but what will happen the day I lose my eye? I sing my own words but who will listen when my tongue goes dry? I´ll die alone, all by myself.
Will I remember flowers, will I remember rain? will I remember birds and songs like when we were alive? Will I remember feelings, Will I remember care? will you remember who I was when I´m no longer there
The moments I´m happy in life are while I´m dancing - but my legs are treacherous... It´s like my life´s just beginning but the truth is hard and life is murderous. I´ll die so soon and all by myself.
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Corvidae, come after me
Corvidae, I shall not flee
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret never told
Eight for a wish
Nine for a kiss
Ten for a bird
You must not miss
One for sorrow
Two for mirth
Three for a funeral
Four for birth
Five for heaven
Six for hell
Seven for the devil, his own self
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
When Death came in to steal her from me
I tried to put up a fight
But I was no match for that figure cloaked in black
And I lost my bride to the night
She was a child, I was a child
In that kingdom by the sea
How cruelly then she was taken from me
My beautiful Annabel Lee
She was singing at her piano
Such a beautiful sight to me
But blood has now consumed our lives
It is dripping from the keys
She was a child, I was a child
In that kingdom by the sea
How cruelly then she was taken from me
My beautiful Annabel Lee
"Let me have under her own hand
A letter bidding me goodbye
I may die, My heart will break
But I will say no more."
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
She was a child, I was a child
In that kingdom by the sea
How cruelly then she was taken from me
My beautiful Annabel Lee
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Would you like to come and fly with us?
And see a viewing of the world surrounding you and me.
Soaring high above the clouds and being as you are.
Leave the ground and city far behind.
And come fly with us.
Way up here there's nothing standing in our way.
Working through the fears that come to us night and day.
Cast away the darkest web that held you to the ground.
Try reaching up towards the sun.
Climb aboard where we can live as one. And come fly with us.
Come fly with us. Come fly with us.
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Hands of brass and wire frame
Polished glass and optic pane
Probes my world, seeking understanding.
I wonder at it all in vain
Nothing I see can explain
This consciousness ever expanding.
Given life does soul provide my algorithmic thoughts reside
In wire springs and logic gates, yet more than logic permeates.
Please tell me, what is this life?
Flesh. Wire. Metal. Bone.
Flesh. Wire. Metal. Bone.
Oh, Mother, reveal to me, how is it I came to be.
Wind my heart here deep engage.
Pressure builds in wire cage.
Spinning down my time clock ticking all the while.
I wonder at my newborn state, inorganic yet animate.
Frantic thoughts post down endless wires.
Given life does soul provide my algorithmic thoughts reside
In wires springs and logic gates, yet more than logic permeates.
Please tell me what is this life.
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