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The Barbarian--- instrumental ---
Still...You Turn Me OnDo you want to be an angel, Do you wanna be an angel Do you wanna be a star Do you wanna play some magic On my guitar Do you wanna be a poet Do you wanna be my string You could be anything Do you wanna be the lover of another undercover You could even be the Man on the moon Do you wanna be the player Do you wanna be the string Let me tell you something It just don't mean a thing You see it really doesn't matter When you're buried in disguise By the dark glass on your eyes Though your flesh has crystallised Still...you turn me on Do you wanna be the pillow Where I lay my head Do you wanna be the feathers Lying on my bed Do you wanna be the cover Of a magazine Create a scene Every day a little sadder A little madder Someone get me a ladder Do you wanna be the singer Do you wanna be the song Let me tell you something You just couldn't be more wrong You see I really have to tell you That it all gets so intense From my experience It just doesn't seem to make sense Still...you turn me on
The Endless Enigma Part 1Why do you stare Do you think that I care? You've been mislead By the thoughts in your head Your words waste and decay Nothing you say Reaches my ears anyway You never spoke a word of truth Why do you think I believe what you said Few of your words Ever enter my head I'm tired of liver for freaks? With tongues in their cheeks Turning their eyes as they speak They make me sick and tired Are you confused To the point in your mind Though you're blind Can't you see you're wrong Won't you refuse To be used Even though you may know I can see you're wrong Please, please, please open their eyes Please, please, please don't give me lies I loon? all of the earth Witness my birth Cried at the sight of a man And still I don't know who I am I've seen paupers as kings Puppets on strings Dance for the children who stare You must have seen them everywhere
Fugue--- instrumental ---
The Endless Enigma Part 2Each part was played Though the play was not shown Everyone came But they all sat alone The dawn opened the play Waking the day Causing a silent hooray The dawn will break another day Now that it's done Are we going to see the reason why I'm here
C'est la vieC'est la vie Have your leaves all turned to brown Will you scatter them around you C'est la vie Do you love And then how am I to know If you don't let your love show for me C'est la vie Oh c'est la vie Oh c'est la vie Who knows, who cares for me C'est la vie In the night Do you fight a lover's fire Do the ashes of desire for you remain Like the sea There's a love to deep to show Took a storm before my love Flowed for you C'est la vie Oh c'est la vie Oh c'est la vie Who knows, who cares for me C'est la vie Like a song Out of tune and out of time All I needed was a rhyme for you C'est la vie Do you give Do you live from day to day Is there is no song I can play for you C'est la vie Oh c'est la vie Oh c'est la vie Who knows, who cares for me C'est la vie
The Enemy God Dances With The Black Spirits--- instrumental ---
Bo Diddley???
Bitches CrystalBitches Crystal Knows how you Twist all the lines Fortune Teller Future Seller Of time Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die Witches Potion Mixed in the ocean Of tears Mystical Powers Emerge From the towers Of fear Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die Evil learning People burning Savage casting No one lasting Witchcraft Sadness Madness Turning in their minds Ritual killings That swear in The shillings to be Heretic Priestess Dwells on the Weakness she sees Tortured spirits cry Ghostly images die
A Time And A PlaceThere is a place, a time and a space Just no one can trace, that non one can trace. Somewhere a hill, where things are still rain water spill, just rain water spill. Sleep in a dream of butter milk cream You dance on a beam, dancing on a beam. Save me from this shallow land, take me out of temper's hand Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand. Save me from this shallow land, take me out of temper's hand Drag me from the burning sand, show me those that understand. Rest in shade, no sound his made, Where silence is played, sound of silence played.
Living SinWill you stand up or will you freeze That savage woman make you please Turn your inside outside in Still you don't know where she has been Living sin Can't you see through She's going to realize the way to sound you Finely ground you Sudden Never cured by a one night lover Sell you Stories of a meeting with a younger brother Twisty All the people lyin' were just a blind cover No one Ever gonna pry her from a two-faced mother Can't you see through She's going to realize the way to sound you If you never saw it coming Hooked you up with Coca-Cola coming Nice and slippery
Karn Evil 9, 1st Impression Part 1Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare, Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold. I'll be there I'll be there I will be there. Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed. They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way, Praying for survival at the end of the day. There is no compassion for those who stay. I'll be there I'll be there I will be there. There must be someone who can set them free: To take their sorrow from this odyssey To help the helpless and the refugee To protect what's left of humanity. Can't you see Can't you see Can't you see. I'll be there I'll be there I will be there; To heal their sorrow To beg and borrow Fight tommorow. Step inside! Hello! We've the most amazing show You'll enjoy it all we know Step inside! Step Inside! We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks. Leave your hammers at the box Come Inside! Come Inside! Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show! Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars and a bomb inside a car Spectacular! Spectacular! If you follow me there's a speciality some tears for you to see Misery, misery, Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show! Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville We've a stripper in a till What a thrill! What a thrill! And not content with that, with our hands behind our backs, We pull Jesus from a hat, Get into that! Get into that! Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show!
Karn Evil 9, 1st Impression Part 2Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends We're so glad you could attend Come inside! Come inside! There behind a glass is a real blade of grass be careful as you pass. Move along! Move along! Come inside, the show's about to start guaranteed to blow your head apart Rest assured you'll get your money's worth The greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth. You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo. You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll .... Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies And he laughs until he cries then he dies then he dies Come inside the shows about to start Guaranteed to blow your head apart You gotta see the show It's a dynamo You gotta see the show It's rock and roll Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of Vaseline Will perform on guillotine What a scene! What a scene! Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand to Alexander's Ragtime Band Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! See the show! Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool Seven virgins and a mule Keep it cool. Keep it cool. We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown were exclusively our own, All our own. All our own. Come and see the show! Come and see the show! Come and see the show! See the show!
Karn Evil 9, 2nd Impression--- instrumental ---
Karn Evil 9, 3rd ImpressionMan alone; born of stone; Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul; Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe Until the winds of laughter blows cold. Fear that rattles in men's ears And rears it's hideous head Dread .... Death .... in the wind .... Man of steel pray and kneel With fever's blazing torch Thrust in the face of the night; Draws a blade if compassion Kissed by countless Kings Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight. Walls that no man thought would fall The altars of the just Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind .... No man yields who flies in my ship DANGER! Let the bridge computer speak STRANGER! LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF. No computer stands in my way Only blood can cancel my pain Guardians of a new clear dawn Let the maps of war be drawn. Rejoice! Glory is ours! Our young men have not died in vain, Their graves need no flowers The tapes have recorded their names. I am all there is NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE! But I gave you life WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO? To do what was right I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?
Honky Tonk Train Blues--- instrumental ---