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The CallingFeel the calling of a miracle In the presence of the word Now we hold the right to rearrange How the stories can be heard In the beginning is the future And the future is at hand I'll be calling voices of Africa Be the rhythm to the plan From the Congo to Lenasia Be the writing on the wall I'll be calling the colors of India See the Asian life explode CHORUS Head into the headlight Don't turn from the rain There's a fire raging somewhere near Liek a longtime friend who's Seen it darker than ebony Take off on the turnpike (Asking for the first call) Give me more of the same (Asking for a song) There's a fire burning in my heart again I'll be calling the dragons of China See the dancers of the Nile See the wings of change are on display This revelation mine Feel the calling of the miracle In the presence of the word CHORUS Feel the calling of a miracle The revelation mine
Can I--- instrumental ---
Cans And Brahms (Extracts From Brahms' 4rt Symphony in E Minor Third Movement)--- instrumental ---
Catherine Parr--- instrumental ---
ChangesI'm moving through some changes I'll never be the same Something you did touched me There's no one else to blame The love we had has fallen The love we used to share We've given up pretending As if you didn't care Change changing places Root yourself to the ground Capitalize on this good fortune One word can bring you round Changes I look into the mirror I see no happiness All the warmth I gave you Has turned to emptiness The love we had has fallen The love we used to share You've left me here believing In love that wasn't there Change changing places Root yourself to the ground Word to the wise - Well you get what's coming One word can bring you round Changes When I look into your eyes and try to find out how There's no way to save it now And everything I feel Changes Keep looking for Changes Changes For some reason you're questioning why I always believe it gets better One difference between you and I Your heart is inside your head One word from you One word from me A clear design on your liberty Who could believe when love has gone How we move on like everyone Only such fools Only such jealous hearts Only through love changes come Change changing places Root yourself to the ground Capitalize on this good fortune One word can bring you round Changes One road to loneliness It's always the same One road to happiness It's calling your name Change changing places - Changes Root yourself to the ground Capitalize on this good fortune One word can bring you round Changes Change changing places Changes Root yourself to the ground Word to the wise - Well you get what's coming One word - One word can bring you round Changes
Children Of LightDistant as the distant thunder Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder Equal rights for equal people [This] Disregard for love's equality Bringing back the signs to no-man's land Where diamonds and gold in hand Will barter as the homeless burn Someday will it be our turn? Why this consciousness this desire To expand the flame of revolution With a [the] gothic hand in [of] fire persecution Blood-letting and [in] spinning pain? Why this hungry media delivering Questions answers blessed forgivers [plus forgive us] Millions of racial inequalities We all are one All are sacred Be the birth of a nation Stop this aggravation So uninspired And [to] question man's inhumanity And lack of love for his cosmic god Children of light Don't be afraid Children of light Haven't you heard Gone are the days In black and white Children of light Don't be afraid Distant as the distant thunder Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder Equal rights for equal people [This] Disregard for love's equality Bringing back the signs to no-man's land Where diamonds and gold in hand Will barter as the homeless burn Someday will it be our turn? Someday will it be our turn? Someday will it be our turn? Children of light Don't be afraid Children of light Haven't you heard Gone are the days In black and white Children of light Don't be afraid
Children Of Light--- instrumental ---
Cinema--- instrumental ---
Circus of HeavenThe day the Circus of Heaven came to town Local folks lined the streets in a Midwestern town Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around On the very last day A unicorn headed the mystical way Surrounded by what seemed a thousand golden angels at play Behind were Centaurs, elves, bright fairies all in colours of jade On the very final day For what seemed only just a moment in time Seven solemn flying silvered regal horses rode by Seven golden chariots in tow, a wonder to behold The Seven Lords of the Mountains of Time There then arose where nothing really stood there before A giant tent rising one thousand feet high frofrom the floor Towns people flocked inside with their eyes all amazed To greet the Seventh Lord of the seventh age A fanfare rang out in an incredible sound Bringing out the strangest visions perfect harmony round Any dreams he asked would they like to have seen From historical or mythical scenes Then there above their heads just as vivid as life Each vision transported multitudes inventing light Grecian galleons, the sack of Troy, to the Gardens of Babylon A play of millions roared along The gigantic dreams of Alexander the Great Civil wars where fbrothers fought and killed their friendship with hate All seen by Zeus performing scenes in the magical way The day the circus came to town Outside great animals as tame as the trees Angels high in starlight dancing streets Turning their colours with indigo and gold Dropping violet, red and emerald snow As the circus finally changed its invisible course A new world to be found On the dreamy ground we walked upon I turned to my son and said "Was that something beautiful, amazing, wonderful, extraordinary beautiful?" "Oh! It was OK!! But there were no clowns, no tigers, lions or bears, cand-floss, toffee apples, no clowns."
City Of LoveCity of love City of love City of love Once bitten twice shy No - No regrets at all Justice - Body smooth take over Good girls they work the city Good guys they spike you hard How they jive ad jingle When you're in their backyard Street corner wonder lust Beckoning the good guy Take this get that Have a good time He young and tactile He ready for anything that is How they jive and jingle They've read the book that gives We'll be waiting for the night We'll be waiting for the night to come We'll be waiting for the night We'll be waiting for the night to come Supervise this good treatment Alternative line by line So the street guys so observant Take him for a ride Have a good time Like a legend the man he sharp His woman gladly watching As he strides out of the dark Better be quick get away We'll be waiting for the night We'll be waiting for the night to come We'll be waiting for the night We'll be waiting for the night to come Solo Good timing has its good price One trick and you're stuck with the dice How they jive and jingle When you're their sacrifice Fast as lightning Go - Go get high - He's looking good Once bitten twice shy No woman no cry No woman don't cry We'll be waiting for the night We'll be waiting for the night to come (repeat three times)
The Clap--- instrumental ---
Clear DaysI once knew a sweet young girl; Her body was her world of love, Her laughter was as happiness is. Of all the times I treasure this. And on a day we will remember, On a clear day we will love forever. I once knew a sweet young dream, That if life itself were all we had And who are we to ask for more; Let's not decide, let's be sure. And on a day we will remember, On a clear day we'll all be together, Together.
Close To The EdgeA seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour. And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one. A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun, And take away the plain in which we move, And choose the course you're running. Down at the edge, round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to the edge, down by a river, Not right away, not right away. Crossed the line around the changes of the summer, Reaching out to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind. We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name. Down at the end, round by the corner. Close to the edge, just by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole.
Close To The EdgeMy eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand. Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see, As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea. There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river. Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you all the way. As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known. Guessing problems only to deceive the mention, Passing paths that climb halfway into the void. As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain. Down at the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down.
Close To The Edge
In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up,
I get down,
I get up,
I get down.
Two million people barely satisfy.
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve.
How many millions do we deceive each day?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
In charge of who is there in charge of me.
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
Close To The EdgeThe time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above. Ah, ah. Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space, He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race. I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place. On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley, Called to witness cycles only of the past. And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark. Close to the edge, down by the river. Down at the end, round by the corner. Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will pass you by, I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up.