1. |
Hommage
03:36
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(instrumental)
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2. |
Lead and I Will Follow
04:25
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Lead and I will follow
and a thousand years from now,
the armies you will have mustered
will be gone anyhow
Lead and I will follow
and blind as it may seem,
we'll march the endless marching,
the horizon never gleams
Lead and I will follow
and we, we'll see it through.
Just, lean back and wallow,
we know what to do.
Yes, lead, and I will follow,
lead, and I will follow,
lead and I will follow,
Lead!
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Danny's doin' what Danny does
flyin' through the air
Danny's cryin'; Danny's not no longer what he was.
(Now that don't seem very fair, still it's all he's got.)
Glitterin' the sun hits his
wings hung upon the wall, the beauty of the blue and green
makes many an observer jizz over how stunnin' it all
to them have seen
Paused to just breathe air
tracin' madmen through the sky
falter'd caught he was
skinn'd and stripp'd bare
seem'd now too long ago to try
doin' what he's doin' when he does
Danny said what Danny did
seem'd heavy on the gut,
no regrets now Danny has chew'd off more but got rid
like an Olympian stud of all excess 'n' all that jazz
Paid the piper fiddled flutes
dancin' embers in the fire at least it's warm wherever here's
though methinks the leopard 's in cahoots
hangin' high above the pyre, Danny'd do well to steer off clear
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She drifts off to sleep, feels her heart slowing down,
her eyelids grow heavy and the walls tumble down,
on her duvet like snowflakes on ice;
covers all underneath, keeps all out of sight
what well should be hidden:
all dreams and all thoughts,
all trouble and heartache,
all strains the day brought.
Digging in further, the snow pushes down,
the ice turns to blue, her breathing slows down to glacial speeds
and thoughts get erased that once seemed so pressing;
oblivion awaits, oblivion welcomes
under lowering skies
the dreamer C to its blessing.
Cue the carousel,
lapis lazuli colored sparks, and staircases to,
Paul! Cue the honey'd floors and doors that open mid-air
Over molten Dali clockwork ticking ballot boxes
Foxes dealing blackjack, wearing Falstaf's fancy headdress;
cue the Can-can dancers, head check: most still on.
Except for C's, lead feet and wings for ears.
The take-off: clumsy, my oh my, and dear oh dear.
Quite messy, sprouting red-vines, metal-infused candy,
diabetes, any?
One fox on the ground, two foxes on the ground,
three foxes on the round they go merry, merry, marry me!
Did she say that out loud? my oh my, oh sleepy C.
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5. |
Manny Goes for Pizza
07:18
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Outside, the neon lights burn bright,
inside, the tellers hop, the fire's hot, the fizzy pops: on ice.
Scared Manny hides.
The stories he's been told,
grown men dressed in long white open-backed robes,
marching to and fro, doing what?
He does not know.
But surely something untoward,
people smile and talk, far too loud,
there's something here that's just not quite right.
He holds his breath, tries not to shout at the top of his lungs:
run! run! get out!
Too late, too late, Manny's been found.
A grinning face flashes bright white teeth and moves in his direction
Manny knew eventually this could happen, sweating bullets he caresses his weapon.
Mumbling a mantra of this is it, this is it, this is it, it's now or never;
there's no going back, no going back, he'd promised his followers watch me in action!
Up close the grinning face almost seems harmless
but luckily Manny's been told better.
As the face, starts to speak.
Manny jumps to his feet, shouts:
Murderers! Rapists!
as he empties his gun in the face's bright white teeth.
A body drops, pop, pop, pop
And others scream and hop, hop over counters and tables and bump over waiters,
slip on the slippery blood-soaked ground,
Manny reloads his gun, ready
For another round.
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6. |
The Calm
04:53
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The calm became unnerving,
long before the calm began;
see, it's idly drifting further,
going where, I don't know when.
All of it started,
and started how it did;
long before time was,
and time was ending still.
It moved and moved and moved and moved
and clawed its way back in;
blindly all consuming,
through the core and out the skin.
Into the open, never giving back
An inch of what it once had taken
and taken all it did.
With its incessant moaning,
its tearing and its dark shadow,
sowing once green pastures
now barren with salt.
It breaks and then it lingers,
Its welcome far outstayed;
idly reclines and welcomes another day.
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The Lizard King
09:44
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Her head split open and out it came
the Lizard King, the Lizard King
Growing bigger and bigger with every nibble of brain
the Lizard King, the Lizard King
feeding on frenzy and clearly insane
followed by nutters and lawyers who claim
to have seen the light, absolution will bring:
The Lizard King
Stronger the longer out of her head
the Lizard King, the Lizard King
makes merry with power and takes it to bed
the Lizard King, the Lizard King
grab me a bottle I'll tell you a tale,
drenched in foul deeds,
praising death and betrayal
and manifold wonders come let us sing:
oh Lizard King
Stealthy by nature it's never, ever seen,
though many have heard about, dreamt about,
been in its presence, have felt it, would swear to have met it;
never an image of it on any screen.
Comely, sedated, well-educated,
numerous adjectives 've been allocated
to its person though female or male or who may know what,
it's a something, if one thing, we know that.
Taking the world, and swallowing it whole
the Lizard King, the Lizard King
of none of it all as much as a whistle is blown
the Lizard King, the Lizard King
claiming dominion o'er earth's scattered soul,
destroying what mankind could not on its own,
till nothing's left standing all praise be to him:
hail Lizard King
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8. |
Sonata for L
10:57
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(instrumental)
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Daybreak, and the world ends,
the place beside me: cold;
the night so full of promises
wearily unfolds.
Into isolation,
I dreamt, am dreaming still;
nectar on a sugar-craving body
dissolves and with a chill
back where it all started,
you and me and them;
bodies, world's colliding
not knowing what's to come.
You get what you were promised
you turned, one of us ran;
head first in to the crowd
scattered and then gone.
The streets are neon colored,
bottle in my hand;
the crowds, all still cheering,
who knows who where went?
Daybreak, and the world ends,
the place beside me: cold.
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