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When the seas they boil up and bubble
When the earth is shaking and erupting
When charity and power corrupting
When the armies marching on the double
That is when we'll learn to see
Perhaps too late for me & thee
Perhaps too late for me & thee
We will see great satan rising
When the iron birds are flying low
When the eagle roositng with the bear
You got to pay for water and for air
And all the saints are sitting on death row
That is when we'll learn to see
Perhaps too late for me & thee
Perhaps too late for me & thee
We will see great satan rising
And the choir sings hallelujah
And the wind, the wind it howls Mary
And the truth is good enough to fool you
And ev’ry miracle is ordinary
When there is a marked man in the dome
When there is a white man in the red house
When there is a black man in the white house
When their father calls his children home
That is when we'll learn to see
Perhaps too late for me & thee
Perhaps too late for me & thee
We will see great satan rising
And the choir screams hallelujah
And the wind, the wind it howls Mary
And the truth is good enough to fool you
And ev’ry miracle is temporary
Some of us will wail and gnash our teeth
Some of us will bow to this demon
Some of us, we won’t even see him
Some of us die standing, some will fall to our knees
That’s when we will learn to see
Perhaps too late for me & thee
Perhaps too late for me & thee
We will see great satan rising
And the choir screams hallelujah
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It’s time to go
You friends they’re drunk, they’re bored
It’s closing time, you’re alone
And the last drink’s been poured
The barman’s annoyed, you should go
He’s ringing the bell
And out of the corn’r of your eye
You see the cowboy from hell
You’re tired, you’re sad
But you just too wired to sleep
You’re too dry to cry
Too anxious for counting sheep
Your old childhood bedroom
Feels like a death row cell
And evr’y time you close your eyes
You see the cowboy from hell
You knew what you wanted
You never wanted the truth
That was ten years ago
You were wasted on youth
The clichés were wrong
And it turns out time couldn’t tell
That now when you close your eyes
You see the cowboy from hell
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His Mistress's Voice
03:13
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It's so cold out there
I'm all alone in here
The fire's burning
And you are nowhere near
But I know where you are
And soon I'll hear your voice
And I will be all right
They had their pound of flesh
All thirty shekels' worth
I took it like a man
I didn't hit the deck
I didn't know you then
I couldn't hear your voice
And I was not all right
I wonder where you've been
Since I first knew myself
I could have done with you
All those years of night
I wish I'd known you
And always heard your voice
I would have been all right
It's so cold out there
I'm all alone in here
The candle's burning
And you are somewhere near
I know where you are
And I can hear your voice
And I know I'm all right
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I rode out to New Cross Gate
Across old London Bridge
And in my heart I had no hate
But love was out of reach
Tonight, in London, someone dies
I pray it isn't me
But I'm all out of alabis
And freedom's never free
My iron horse, she rumbled on
Through cobbled London streets
I swung her low and turned my thoughts
What lay in wait for me
I looked my brothers in the eye
And said expect the worst
If we go down, this is goodbye
But I'll go down first
I met him in a darkened street
He reached and I reached too
And as he fell, I wished him well
But it was me or you
I rode hard, I rode fast
Through London's fragile night
I'd done my duty, dice were cast
It felt wrong to be right
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on the 23rd floor with the sirens below,
on the corner of 30 and 8
mid-town yelps, and man yells for help
but for him like for me it’s too late
I finish my beer, and I open the door,
and I step outside in the dark
Harlem is calling, Times Square is crawling
As I wander towards central park
New york! I’m yours! Take me, i’m yours!
New york! I’m yours! Take me, i’m yours!
In a house in Bay Ridge, there are beers in the fridge
and guitars and a cat and some weed
we chat rock’n’roll as we drink alcohol
and my soul feel weightless and free
I feel like i’ve known, these guys all my life
we can argue and smoke until dawn
they are helping me live and they give me the will
and the strength that I need to go on
Brooklyn! I’m yours! Take me, i’m yours!
Brooklyn! I’m yours! Take me, i’m yours!
In a williamsburg loft and her body is soft
the sun streaming in and she smiles
I say its a shame that I must catch that plane
because she wants to be held for a while
And I get on the L and I change for the A
and I wonder if it might just work
as the subway chugs on out towards JFK
I’m leaving my heart in New York
New York! I’m yours! Take me, i’m yours!
Brooklyn! I’m yours! Take me, i’m yours!
My lady! I’m yours! Take me, i’m yours!
New York! I’m yours! Take me, i’m yours!
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A double bourbon
To help me sleep
It’s been a while since I’ve been
In this deep
The ghosts crowd
Around my head
They sing a lullaby
Song of the dead
Chorus
Remove
The need to be
Alone
Restore
The will
To carry on
Ethanol
Mingles with my blood
It’s hard to live
On the edge of good
Tomorrow’s battle
Hard to predict
The noose is tight
The chair kicked
Remove
The need to be
Alone
Restore
The will
To carry on
The last one out
Turn out the lights
No use in summer
In these white nights
The end is nigh
For everyone
We turn to air
Become the Sun
Remove
The need to be
Alone
Restore
The will
To carry on
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She tells me that she wants to have a baby
She tells me of the man who'd done her wrong
She tells me it was fun
Back when I was the one
But that was long ago and she was wrong x 2
In the land of snow
We will never know
How these ten cold years passed like a dream
People change and grow
Feelings come and go
Десять лет спустя я не один
She talks to me of justice and of mercy
She offers me advice when I need none
She asks about my fights
And wonders if I’m right
But all I think about is what I’d done x2
In the land of snow
We will never know
How these ten cold years passed like a dream
People change and grow
Feelings come and go
Десять лет спустя я не один
I try not to get angry or resentful
When I get news that she had been through hell
She’s big enough, she’s old enough
And lord knows beautiful enough
To take enough good care of herself x2
In the land of snow
We will never know
Как те десять лет прошли как сон
Feelings change and grow
People come and go
It’s been ten years and I am not alone
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8. |
Yenisey ft. Nick McBrain
03:29
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I remember being ten
as the boat sailed north
my father sat me down
and told me how it was
he said the world is changing, son
things won't be the same
USSR has had its day
and Russia's on the way
You'll never be a man, my son
Until you've walked the plank
And you've wrestled bears drunk
And you've burnt inside a tank
And we'll never sober up
And we'll never be OK
But we don't need the Mississippi
We've got the Yenisey
Hey hey
Hey hey
We don't need the Mississippi
We've got the Yenisey
And I went around the world
And saw what was to see
I sang the blues on Beale Street
In Memphis Tennessee
Saw the crossroads at Clarksdale
But no “Morning Star”
And rolled through New Orleans
On a Harley on Mardi Gras
Tread water on the Nile
And froze at the Yangtzee
Saw Ganges and Euphrates
And the river Missouri
They all have their charms
And flow far and wide
But the Ol’ Man Yenisey is where my heart resides
Hey hey
Hey hey
We don't need the Mississippi
We've got the Yenisey
And now my dad is 60
And I am 35
And we made it through the 90s
We made it out alive
And I ride a massive cruiser
And I got a rockin' band
And I got a girl who loves me
And who's great at giving head
Hey hey
Hey hey
We don't need the Mississippi
We've got the Yenisey
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9. |
My Precious Lily
03:29
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I've been on the road, I've been on this road so long
Asking impossible questions, like who am I, where do I belong
I think it's time, it's high time I headed home
Home sweet home, home to my precious lily
She makes any swamp feel like the Garden of Eden
And on the longest of nights, with her it's still worth living
She makes any throwaway word sound like the warmest greeting
Oh yes, she makes the world go round, my precious lily
The cities blur, one blends into one another
A thousand miles to roll, maybe a lil' further
And for this emptiness, no, there ain't no cure
Other than to get home, home sweet home, home to my precious lily
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