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The Sequel
05:26
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It takes a moment to destroy
What took a lifetime to create
You're only three payslips away from this
A sudden sliding into the abyss
A golden handshake with a twist
The stronger hand becomes the fist
It's only now he learns their subtle art
To take his life apart
With every turn the door is shut
And now he joins the great unseen
On his wrist the parting gift, a chinese burn, the final ploy
A lifetime's work can be destroyed
He always thought he could compete
He always thought he was their equal
But now he stands here in defeat, complete
And that's his role now in the sequel
Honours shared, honours shared
A man stands on his own
He has no wife, no family and no home
You're only three wages away from this
Out of the public eye into the abyss
And this is what he learned
To never mock a killing bird
It takes a moment to destroy
What took a life time to create
Honours shared, honours shared
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2. |
Demon Soul
03:43
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It's a demon soul
It lies waiting for a vacant host
Someone malleable
An unsuspecting fool who needs it most
When I fall asleep
That is when it places cruel designs within my mind
Demon heart, you mugged me from the start
You move me
I will take many forms
Turn my loved ones into enemies
Hurt them all again
I will relive these jaded memories
I got the demon soul
Demon heart, you mugged me from the start
You control. I've got the demon soul
Within me
It just goes to show, I lie dreaming as a demon soul
And I suppose it just goes to show
My lie-dream is as a demon soul
Demon heart, you mugged me from the start
Purple creeping time, I act your cruel designs
You move me
It just goes to show, I lie dreaming as a demon soul
I suppose it just goes to show, I lie dreaming as a demon soul
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3. |
Dreamfinder
04:32
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If you're wondering what kind of bizarre journey awaits tonight
What takes flight behind your eyes
Then come with me...
If you're wondering when I'll get here it's much too late
I've always been here
As you lie there nearing slumber
Slowly counting up the numbers
I can sense you going under.
I'm the Dreamfinder
I will reach into your mind
And I will place a big reminder
Of everything you never wanted to remember
I'm the Dreamfinder
I'm a stealer, I'm a dealer
I'm a weaver and a winder
There's nothing stranger, nothing finer
I'm the Dreamfinder
Through the ages I'm the guider
Ursa Major, Ursa Minor
Through millenia, everyday and every nighta
I'm the Dreamfinder
And you thought you were going to sleep alone tonight
I've always been there, I've always been there
Proboscis monkeys hang upside down underneath your bed
With the face of your uncle, the face of your uncle instead
I've always been there
I'll ride a bike into your psyche
Select the memories you dislike
And let it ride
I'm the Dreamfinder
I'm a stealer, I'm a dealer
I'm a weaver and a winder
There's nothing stranger, nothing finer
I'm the Dreamfinder
Through the ages I'm the guider
Ursa Major, Ursa Minor
Through millenia, everyday and every nighta
I'm the Dreamfinder
I've always been there
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I remember one November walking through the length of Lionel Street
Cold to warm then cold again, I find I am alone and incomplete
Can't feel the slightest thing
Endlessly wandering
Shiny shoes beat out a rhythm as I force my mind to reconvene
Hiding in a long black coat
From in my throat the semblance of a scene
If I could find my feet
It might come straight back to me
I had just imagined it
The greatest ever manuscript
Appearing, disappearing to my sleep
If I could remember my dream
If I could remember my dream
Every line, every sign and every scene
Vanish to my dreams
Walking back through Birmingham I can't make out the storyline concealed
Just because I can't remember don't mean I can't help the way I feel
Just like the dream was real
Like the dream was real
The pages of an empty book that I can't bear to take a look
Unfolding and controlling in my sleep
If I could remember my dream
If I could remember my dream
Every line, every sign and every scene
Every time I am resigned to fall asleep
Every line, every sign and every scene
Vanish to my dreams
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5. |
J24M62
04:28
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Sometimes I get in line
Sometimes I judge it wrong
Sometimes I just break
In the queue for the slip road the timing is everything
Everything
I approach, there's no way of predicting the opening
Any time
I rely on kindness of strangers
Every evening
Sometimes I get in line
Sometimes I judge it wrong
Sometimes I just break
Sometimes I get in line
Sometimes I judge it wrong
Sometimes I just break down
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6. |
Darkdance
04:04
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Deprived of sleep, deprived of light
Our bodies contorted thus
In a darkdance, in a darkdance
How can dreams, how can dreams do this?
Our bodies leave our minds
In a darkdance, in a darkdance
In propulsion, falling forth
Growing larger 'til you hit the floor
It's a dancefloor
In a darkdance
In the darkdance, hallow the sound of dreams
Rapid eye movement under eyelids dart
To chase the racing heart
In a darkdance, in a darkdance
Thoughts on repeat, a subconscious beat
The mind is a dancefloor
In a darkdance, in a darkdance
In the darkdance, hallow the sound of dreams
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7. |
Under Your Hooves
03:43
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Painted up, easy prey
Like a pheasant for you
Skin and bone, I lay prone
And I wait for the shoot
Do I look like you remember?
Am I the right sort of game?
When you return will you remember my name?
Throw myself to the ground
Like an old grey coat
I will not make a sound
Until you approach
If I get under your feet you might just stop in your tracks
And take a moment
To register our love
How can I get you to look my way?
How can I get you to look my way?
How can I get you to look my way?
What would you have me do?
I throw myself under your hooves
I make up my broken face
As you stumble on back
If I wait in your way you might stop to attack
Through the physical connection
Being trampled again
It's the only way you might acknowledge me again
How can I get you to look my way?
How can I get you to look my way?
How can I get you to look my way?
What would you have me do?
I throw myself under your hooves
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On an unassuming road
In a mediocre town
I would settle down, I settled down
To sweet obscurity
I just want a quiet life
Striving for a simple trade
Away from prying eyes
My dream to realise
The midnight pharmacy
Oh the midnight, oh the midnight
Oh the midnight pharmacy
Who would have thought that these things happen
Cars parked along our road
Speed away when we approach
I can't tell you what we're running from
Run away and start afresh
Make good use of all my training
And disappear, where we can't be found
In a fragile privacy
I lived a thousand lives
I died a thousand times
For the midnight pharmacy
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9. |
Angular Face
03:53
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Hey, what's wrong with you?
You're trying to control the room
Are you happy? then we're happy
Don't be so cruel
Hey, with your neck in a brace
You act like you own the place
It was restful, now it's stressful
It's all down to you
Hey, hypochondriac
We wait for your next attack
You want everything
For that you'll say anything
Does it hurt to have such an angular face?
Is it painful when you smile?
Does it hurt to have such an angular face?
Is it painful when you smile?
Hey, are you feeling okay?
What drama will you bring today?
Are you angry or hungry
Please go away
We tried and though it's been so tough
Nothing's ever good enough
It's endless vanity
With your insanity
Does it hurt to have such an angular face?
Is it painful when you smile?
Does it hurt to have such an angular face?
Is it painful when you smile?
Hey, it's Christmas Day
And now things just aren't the same
You don't come round no more
And we can only thank the lord
Does it hurt to have such an angular face?
Is it painful when you smile?
Does it hurt to have such an angular face?
Is it painful when you smile?
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10. |
The Hankering
03:49
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I was lost, poised outside midnight pharmacy
Always hunched, always hunkered
That's the hankering
Lessons learned in the fog of your wandering
No more time to ponder
No more hankering
I always felt like I was waiting
For a plan I kept frustrating
That's what it does - that's the hankering
When everything is said and done
I've got nothing to prove to anyone
That's enough of the hankering
I need love, I need music, I need family
I need home, I need warm, I need you
I need health, I need comfort, need simplicity
No more room for if onlys
No more hankering
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11. |
Friendly Familiar Faces
04:58
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I often dream a promised land
Where we can be accepted and where we are free
And I can't help imagining
That there are shiny apples filling every tree
All of this is possible
I just close my eyes and I can see
Those friendly familiar faces
Wait in all the usual places
They've come there to greet me
Of every race and every species
The starlings only sing for me
In this new world that I see
I often dream of miracles
Where all I love is woven in a tapestry
When all rebuilding work is done
I'll sit with lambs and tigers either side of me
Anything is possible
I just close my eyes and I can see
Those friendly familiar faces
Wait in all the usual places
They've come there to greet me
Of every race and every species
The starlings only sing for me
In this new world that I see
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Paul Morricone Huddersfield, UK
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