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Candy And A Currant BunOh my, girl sitting in the sun Go buy, candy and a currant bun I like, to see you run Like that...... Oooh, don't talk to me Please just fuck with me Please you know I'm feeling frail It's true, sun shining very bright It's you, who I'm gonna love tonight Ice cream, taste good in the afternoon Ice cream, taste good if you eat it soon Oooh, don't touch me child Please you know you drive me wild Please you know I'm feeling frail Don't try another cat Don't go where other you must know why Very very very frail Oh my, girl sitting in the sun Go buy, candy and a currant bun I like, to see you run Like that......
Careful With That Axe, EugeneCareful with that axe, Eugene Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh (repeat)
Chapter 24A movement is accomplished in six stages And the seventh brings return The seven is the number of the young light It forms when darkness is increased by one Change returns success Going and coming without a look Action brings good fortune Sunset The time is with the month of winter solstice When the change is due to come Thunder in the other course of heaven Things cannot be destroyed once and for all Change returns success Going and coming without a look Action brings good fortune Sunset, sunrise A movement is accomplished in six stages And the seventh brings return The seven is the number of the young light It forms when darkness is increased by one Change returns success Going and coming without a look Action brings good fortune Sunset, sunrise
Childhood's EndYou shout in your sleep. Perhaps the price is too steep. Is your conscience at rest If once put to the test? You awake with a start To just the beating of your heart. Just one man beneath the sky, Just two ears, just two eyes. You set sail across the sea Of long past thoughts and memories. Childhood's end, your fantasies Merge with harsh realities. And then as the sail is hoist, You find your eyes are growing moist. All the fears never voiced Say you have to make your final choice. Who are you and who am I To say we know the reason why? Some are born; some men die Beneath one infinite sky. There'll be war, there'll be peace. But ev'rything one day will cease. All the iron turned to rust; All the proud men turned to dust. And so all things, time will mend. So this song will end.
Cirrus MinorIn a churchyard by a river, Lazing in the haze of midday, Laughing in the grasses and the graze. Yellow bird, you are alone in singing and in flying on, In and in leaving. Willow weeping in the water, Waving to the river daughters, Swaying in the ripples and the reeds. On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the sun A thousand miles of moonlight later.
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Comfortably NumbHello, Is there anybody in there Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home Come on now I hear you're feeling down I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb O.K. Just a little pin prick There'll be no more aaaaaaaah! But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do belive it's working, good That'll keep you going through the show Come on it's time to go. There is no pain you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone And I have become Comfortably numb.
Coming Back To LifeWhere were you when I was burned and broken While the days slipped by from my window watching And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless Because the things you say and the things you do surround me While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words Dying to believe in what you heard I was staring straight into the shining sun Lost in thought and lost in time While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted Outside the rain fell dark and slow While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime I took a heavenly ride through our silence I knew the moment had arrived For killing the past and coming back to life I took a heavenly ride through our silence I knew the waiting had begun And headed straight into the shining sun
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Corporal CleggCorporal Clegg had a wooden leg He won it in the war in 1944 Corporal Clegg had a medal too In orange, red, and blue He found it in the zoo Dear, dear were they really sad for me Dear, dear will they really laugh at me Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin Corporal Clegg umbrella in the rain He's never been the same No one is to blame Corporal Clegg recieved his medal in a dream From her majesty the queen His boots were very clean Mrs. Clegg, you must be proud of him Mrs. Clegg, another drop of gin
Country SongHe made his way to the border In the shadow under the trees Down by a stream in a hollow Turn your head, feel the breeze And the Red Queen was waiting for the news For the White King to move. And the [balance howled] upon the head of one who tried To stay within the shadows And keep his [undercover] secret [tide]. They let him in by a back way Into a chamber reserved for the Queen. She took the note that he gave her, Opened it slowly, and started to read. "Unto the treasury and bring me back some gold, Give it to the pawn who came!" she cried. "He says the White King thinks the game of chess is [wrong]." And all the courtiers crowded round and this is what she told the gathered throng. "Go to the stone by the dungeon; Take all the red paint, take all the white. Make up a newborn colour. Cover your neighbor, we'll be all right." "There will be no game today!" she cried across the board. "Everyday will be a holiday!" And all the pieces cheered as tidings spread abroad And the Pink Queen sat, and smiled as the [cadre? or cat or captain?] smiled back.
Crumbling LandIn a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine In a smile I saw a single needle in the sky Wheeling, soaring, gliding by On a hill a little man with many shining things Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings Wining, dining, shining king And the eagle flies in clear blue skies Breathing in the clear blue air Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies And fifty more come rolling off The Ford production line Then a man appearing like up in our on the sand In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land Screaming, scheming, movie man Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise Climbing, higher, to the sky Climbing all the birds a lake the dove the lies On the finger of the king On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun
Crying SongWe smile and smile We smile and smile Laughter echoes in your eyes We climb and climb We climb and climb Footfall softly in the pines We cry and cry We cry and cry Sadness passes in a while We role and role We role and role Help me role away the stone
CymbalineThe path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final couplet rhyme And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me Butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in there's no where you can hide Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone Selling colored photographs to magazines back home And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me And it's high time Cymbaline It's high time Cymbaline Please wake me