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Phantom Crux - Newhenge
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The album embraces the surreal and metaphysical, the natural and supernatural and is a shoal of alternative songs for the new age.
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The album embraces the surreal and metaphysical,the natural and supernatural and is a shoal of alternative songs for the new age.
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She was honoured for her beauty
Her soul taken by demonic vultures
The Raven calls her name
A fractured soul, an army's game
Oh daughter, more beautiful than the Northern Sky
We shall never forget you, for you are many
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Another broken soul dies young…so young
Another empty heart “goodbye”… “all done”
So she quotes Leviticus
“Bad boy
Devil boy
With evil toys
You Satan’s concubine…”
“Repent and be straight
Or you goin' down to hell
Maybe suicide?
Who is gonna tell?'
Boy wanted help
Instead he got scalped
By a self-righteous witch
Sayin she’s “for the Lord”
The hell she proposed
Is the hell she’ll know
Another broken soul dies young…so young
Another empty heart “goodbye”… “all done”
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D. D. Danahy - Grace
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Thank you so very, very much.
Lyrics:
I want to tell you, but words can’t say
How I am thankful every day
For each moment by your side
Through these changes on this ride
I praise the way you understand
And seem to always hold my hand
When I was lost in my own dark
You held the torch and brought the spark
Grace full of love
(Blessings on your soul)
Hearts filling up
(May your cup overflow)
So this is thank you, in my own way
The only method I can say
that I’m so grateful deep within
Every cell inside my skin
How you created the sacred place
I could thrive in and feel safe
Where every breath is like a prayer
We could spend our lifetimes there
Grace full of love
(Blessings on your soul)
Hearts filling up
(May your cup overflow)
I may not always be full of serenity
But I’m always thankful for your grace
Grace full of love
(Blessings on your soul)
Hearts filling up
(May your cup overflow)
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Reptilian aliens from Planet Z
Controlling our minds with phones and T.V.
They don’t really care about what we believe
Gonna mess up the earth, and then just leave
I don’t like brag about the things that I see
No one ever takes me very seriously
But I’ve been watching and I know what’s up
I got a line on this conspiracy stuff
Everybody laughs at my tin foil hat
But I don’t any part of that
It isn’t funny and it’s not a joke
They always seem to think we had too much to smoke
Reptilian aliens from Planet Z
Controlling our minds with phones and T.V.
They don’t really care about what we believe
Gonna mess up the earth, and then just leave
Transistor radio tuned to Art Bell
Confirming all the theories I know so well
He has a lot of info and knows the deal
With the geometric shapes in my cornfield
I heard they were conspiring with the “reds”
Pretty soon we’re all gonna be dead
gonna violate us with an anal probe
We’re already hooked up to the electrodes
Reptilian aliens from Planet Z
Controlling our minds with phones and T.V.
They don’t really care about what we believe
Gonna mess up the earth, and then just leave
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I yield to thee Midsummer’s Queen ‘neath the cover of the Autumn tide
All light cast aside for the juniper bride. Serene and so gently she breathes.
Such arcane devices that she does employ. Her magic moves slowly to the ground.
She’s beautiful, the sum of all desires, flowers woven softly through her hair.
With the raise of her hand you will be damned, forever to bend to her needs.
That beauty still shines, controlling the mind. It’s all that there’s meant to be.
Such arcane devices that she does employ. Her magic moves slowly to the ground.
She’s beautiful, the sum of all desires, flowers woven softly through her hair.
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Come sing
Come sow
Come and be
Come with masks
Come and dance
Offer unto the sea
Come kneel
The coronation of the herring queen
Come praise
Come raise
The sails again
Come by chance
But by night
Be gone my friend
Come kneel
At the crowning of the herring queen
Come run
Come the moon
Come the hare
Once were queen
Now a maid
At the harbour fair
Come kneel
At the crowning of the herring queen
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Imagine a café filled with all the languages of men now lost or almost lost - people chatting in Bo, Haida, Tlingit... and I sit quietly playing in a corner...
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Born for love and nothing more
Given away 'cause he was poor
Will you wait...
Will you wait for me
His hair was dark and his eyes was bright
Never caught up on his parent's side
Will you wait...
Will you wait for me
I'll be waiting there by the river my love
I'll be waiting there by the sea
Will you wait...
Will you wait for me
His shoes was brown and his hair was long
They cut his hair and hushed his song
Will you wait...
Will you wait for me
All our lives we was forced to roam
Never had a place to call our own
Will you wait...
Will you wait for me
I'll be waiting there by the river my love
I'll be waiting there by the sea
Will you wait...
Will you wait for me
Will you wait...
Will you wait for me
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You are not what they say,
you deserve to be loved
Don't believe what they tell you,
you have suffered enough
You have carried this for too long
Mo Chuisle, my darlin' take my hand
It's time to move on.
Be my heart forever wounded by the tortures I've known
Should this trauma sit with me til I'm old and alone
I will care for you always with the love you deserve
Mo chuisle, my heart.... I promise
I promise you this
And in truth I do know that it was not only me
Whose life has been scarred by a state who had vowed to support our family
I will miss you all
I will miss you all
I will forever miss you all
Mo chuisle, my blood
I have to
I have to move on
And the tears stream as I say my final goodbyes
But I have to grieve now if I am going to survive
It is not enough for me to just be alive
Mo chuisle, my pulse
Together
Together we'll thrive
You turned a blind eye
Tusla
You turned a blind eye
Tusla
I'm changing, I'm growing, I want you to know that
I'm coming ... ...
We will have our day
Mo chuisle
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The tallest man with the skinniest features crazy preachers eyes that say
Hello - how low?
Why don't you tell me where the kids all go?
Peculiar strange or peculiar funny
I'm just a vine from the crooked tree that grows
How low? Why don't you tell me where the kids all go?
Hello - how low?
It's underneath your vest but I can hear yours
fluttering beating that stubborn little muscle inside your chest
I found it - I tasted life on another planet
You speak a strange kind of butterfly language
When all I hear are the caterpillars groan
How low? Why don't you tell me where the kids all go?
Ba Da Da Da Da Da
Restless hands in the pockets of chaos
Shiny faces with mile wide grins that grow
Hello - why don't you tell me where the kids all grow?
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I try so hard to be different
To a new bright allegiance I'm sworn
It seems in our need to be different
We all wear the same uniforms
This one says I fit in
This one is saying I don't
This one says you know that I will
And this one's demanding I won't
This one says that I'm mighty
This one says I don't care
When you carefully playing at 'shall I comply?'
With that anarchic rebellious stare
We try so hard to stand out
Whilst maintaining the need to fit in
It's a game. It's a game. Don't you know it's a game?
A game that nobody wins.
Some uniforms are better than others
Annalise in your paprika dress
A sartorial elegance and a Dickensian gentility
With such a fiery prowess.
This one says I'm a player
Clever and oh so precise
And should I digress, maybe confess
That clothing be my greatest vice?
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on
What is it you're trying to say?
Manicured and polite, so politically right
From neutral colours I stray,
Hey, hey, hey
Just another still from a movie
Just another page from a book
What worked for you then
Don't work for me now
You're ashamed
And you say you won't look
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on
What is it you're trying to say?
Manicured and polite
So politically right
From neutral colours I stray,
Hey, hey, hey
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When you wish upon a star it makes no difference what you are
Animal machine automaton that bleeds
For the witches in the sea
Death to your patriarchy
Have you heard, the legend of the squid and moon
Have you heard, the legend of Hecate’s moon
When you wish upon a wasteland you’ll get swallowed by the quicksand
Immortal machine, we’ve all been deceived
For the witches in the sea
Death to your patriarchy
Have you heard, the legend of the squid and moon
Have you heard, the legend of Hecate’s moon
Have you heard, the legend of the squid and moon
Have you heard, the legend of Hecate’s moon
When you wish upon Hecate all the stars and moons are waiting
Aphelion believe we’ve all been deceived
For the witches in the sea
Death to your patriarchy
Have you heard, the legend of the squid and moon
Have you heard, the legend of Hecate’s moon
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