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Man in the street nowhere to sleep No time for nothing no Patek Phillipe Pedal to the metal Blow by Blow You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go They're leaving you nothing and nowhere to go Just put you in the corner like an old banjo The strings are breakin' but you can't say no You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go Systematic one man show You're caught up in the middle where the four winds blow No salvation 20 below You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go All systems go friend or foe It's all dependin' on the dice you throw Come without a warning like a U.F.O. You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go You see this woman on a T.V. show She's drippin' in diamonds from head to toe They make you believe it's the status quo You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and go All systems go friend or foe It's all dependin' on the dice you throw Come without a warning like a U.F.O. You're runnin' with the devil it's touch and goHang On To A Dream
???21st Century Schizoid Man
Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's 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 man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man.Fire
???Pictures At An Exhibition: Promenade
--- instrumental ---Pictures At An Exhibition: The Gnome
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Lead me from tortured dreams Childhood themes of nights alone. Wipe away endless years, childhood tears as dry as stone. From seeds of confusion, illusions dark blossoms have grown. Even now in furrows of sorrow the dance still is sung. My life's course is guided decided by limits drawn on charts of my past ways and pathways since I was born.Pictures At An Exhibition: The Sage
I carry the dust of a journey that cannot be shaken away It lives deep within me for I breathed it every day You and I are yesterday's answers the earth of the past come to flesh Eroded by time's rivers to the shapes we now possess Come share of my breath and my substance and mingle our streams and our times In bright infinite moments our reasons are lost in our eyesPictures At An Exhibition: The Hut Of Baba Yaga
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Come forth, from love's spire Born in life's fire, Born in life's fire. Come forth, from love's spire In the burning, all are [of our] yearning, for life to be. And in pain there will [must] be gain, New Life! Stirring in, salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams. They were, sent from [to] the gates Ride the tides of fate Ride the tides of fate. They were, sent from [to] the gates, In the burning all are [of our] yearning, For life to be. There's no end to my life, No beginning to my death: Death is life.I Believe In Father Christmas
They said there'll be snow at Christmas They said there'll be peace on Earth But instead it just kept on raining A veil of tears for the Virgin's birth I remember one Christmas morning A winters light and a distant choir And the peal of a bell and that Christmas Tree smell And their eyes full of tinsel and fire They sold me a dream of Christmas They sold me a Silent Night And they told me a fairy story 'Till I believed in the Israelite And I believed in Father Christmas And I looked at the sky with excited eyes 'Till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn And I saw him and through his disguise I wish you a hopeful Christmas I wish you a brave New Year All anguish pain and sadness Leave your heart and let your road be clear They said there'll be snow at Christmas They said there'll be peace on Earth Hallelujah Noel be it Heaven or Hell The Christmas you get you deserveIntroductory Fanfare
--- instrumental ---Peter Gunn
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--- instrumental ---Trilogy
I've tried to mend The love that ended Long ago although we still pretend Our love is surely coming to an end Don't waste the time you've got to love again We tried to lie But you and I Know better than to let each other lie The thought of lying to you makes me cry Counting up the time that's passed us by I've sent this letter hoping it will reach your hand And if it does I hope that you will understand That I must leave in a while And though I smile You know the smile is only there to hide What I'm really feeling deep inside Just a face where I can hang my pride Goodbye... Goodbye... We'll talk of places that we went And times that we have spent Together penniless and free You'll see the day another way And they could put the sunshine for a nighttime where you lay You're love began I don't know when But if you do I know that you'll be happy in the endTank
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He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Oooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died