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Not the torturer will scare me Nor the body's final fall Nor the barrels of death's rifles Nor the shadows on the wall Nor the night when to the ground The last dim star of pain, is held But the blind indifference Of a merciless unfeeling world Lying in the burnt out shell Of some Albanian farm An old Babushka Holds a crying baby in her arms A soldier from the other side A man of heart and pride Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle And kneels by her side He binds her wounds He gives her food And calms the crying child She gives him absolution then Across the great divide He picks his way back through the broken China of her life And there at the kerb The samaritan Serb turns.. Turns and waves.. goodbye And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark... When the wheel of pain stops turning And the branding iron stops burning When the children can be children When the desperados weaken When the sea rolls into greet them When the natural law of science Greets the humble and the mighty And the billion candles burning Lights the dark side of every human mind Each small candle Lights a corner of the dark...Embryo Thought
--- instrumental ---Embryonic Womb-Walk
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What shall we use to fill the empty spaces Where waves of hunger gnaw Shall we set out across this sea of faces In search of more and more applause Shall we buy a new guitar Shall we drive a more powerful car Shall we work straight through the night Shall we get into fights Leave the lights on Drop bombs Do tours of the east Contract disease Bury bones Break up homes Send flowers by phone Take to drink Go to shrinks Give up meat Rarely sleep Keep people as pets Train dogs Race rats Fill the attic with cash Bury treasure Store up leisure But never relax at all With our backs to the wall5.06 AM (Every Strangers Eyes)
Hello...you wanna cup of coffee? I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok you take cream and sugar? In truck stops and hamburger joints In Cadillac limousines In the company of has-beens And bent-backs and sleeping forms On pavement steps In libraries and railway stations In books and banks In the pages of history In suicidal cavalry attacks I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And now from where I stand Upon this hill I plundered from the pool I look around, I search the skies I shade my eyes, so nearly blind And I see signs of half remembered days I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways I recognise... The hope you kindle in your eyes It's oh so easy now As we lie here in the dark Nothing interferes it's obvious How to beat the tears That threaten to snuff out The spark of our love