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The Gathering Storm
03:52
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The Gathering Storm
Knox stands deathless on the necropolis, a guardian angel of the destitute.
To the ones below it helps being stone, to stand and an example to the skin and the bone.
To the skin and the bone that run below, they scurry in the darkness their numbers unknown.
The lambs book of life will do well to record the lack of facilities some men afford.
There's a stern little church on the M8 always takes the time to frown upon me, like a sister Alphonso, all on her own so the rest of us know her hymens ok.
I saw a woman of abandoned character, London city, Soho square. She was drunk or drugged and she looked so pitiful, stopping young men who cruelly cared.
I saw a pigeon, pecking vomit "Morning Guvner" Death and blood.
As I made my way through the labyrinth, this is how my war begun.
You can lead a horse to water, you can't make it drink, You can educate your daughter, but you can't make her think.
My early years were preparation I knew that this fine day would come, the steps I take are those of Churchill, my destiny lay with the Hun.
By astral methods I entered Berlin, my falling dream was incomplete. All Teutonics,are they evil? I'll build them a wall they won't tear down.
Down at the forum I hear il Duce bang his legion drum and all the cripples that beg for Euros squirm outside the Vatican and in the twilight I saw the Julii cast the dice and cross the Rubicon, He could not know of all the long knifes awaiting him on the senate floor
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It'll Rain
02:30
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It'll Rain
Window shopping the other day without a penny to my name, more and more and more that seems the way.
Suns up there behind the grey but it's not coming out to play, if I stand here much longer it'll rain.
It'll rain, it'll rain, it'll rain down on me. All the pain all the shame all the obscenity.
Bless the rain to clean the sewers, the water runs into the brewers.
The Rom-com you're providing makes me sick.
Sticks and stones may break my bones as will shite jokes from mobile phones, these lyrics are binding, please desist.
All things to those who are willing to wait, who feed their grudge with nightly hate. When I do a rain dance it will rain.
Just as sure as the devils in hell I will watch your empire fail. Dulce est decoum It' rain.
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Joe Coffey
03:47
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Joe Coffey
Joe Coffey pulls his collar up to the cold and to the crime.
\he'd make an excellent cadaver if they had the guts to drop the dime.
In a Westside diner he orders scrambled eggs, tries hard not to think of the waitress, ties hard not to think of sex.
And the rains came down and the floods came up, the city's gutters are cleansed from blood.
At the Fulton fish market the stink is just the same, have you come here to bust the balls of honest working men?
For the state of the nation, an apple rotten to the core.
All Joe has to show for it is the badge he's always worn.
Over the New York skyline, a siren breaks the night.
Old Joe's in his element, he reaches for his flashlight.
Looks down on the hooker, her eyes can just reflect.
"Hey Joe, she looks like your ex wife".
The jokers words connect
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Kolberg
04:32
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Kolberg
At tear fell onto my letter, I shouldn't have cried but I let her, play with my heart strings again. When will I ever learn?
Cross my heart and hope to die, I will love you until the rivers dry.
Take temptation in my stride, not worth you, I will walk the line.
When I found you, you had broken down, no one would touch you except to throw you out.
I washed your cuts and made your debts mine.
Your leader asks it will you walk the line?
Pardon my manners, pardon my French, my style is dated, my skills are honed, my fingers clumsy, my steps pronounced , you'll feel my presence before I am announced.
I laugh at your last offices, Magda turns her head to gaze upon her starlings who gaze back to her in death.
What does it matter? Exit the stage, one final vanity before the grave..
Red velvet curtains torn into flags, children soldiers crushed under tanks.
Obsequious in life and cowardly in death, your casting couch is soiled, your caliper is singed.
Kolberg seems like a dream to me now, where the soldiers came to make celluloid, redirected from the approach.
Kolberg survives though the others have all died as Napoleon tried to drive them into the sea. The final act will be our doom.
Are all these flags for me?
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5. |
Tear Me Apart
03:57
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I remember still the night we met,though it's old and it's torn I can see it yet, you would tear it apart and if I'd known then what I know I might have locked you out, you would tear it apart but there's just one thing that you've got to know I was already gone when you told me to go.
You nearly tore me apart, you nearly tore me apart you nearly broke my heart.
A fist to the face, a boot to the back. A small price to pay for my big mouth.
You tried to tear me apart.
When you spend your evenings drunk like me, you've not felt a punch since 1993, you tried to tear me apart but there's just one thing that you've got to know, I get a little stronger from every blow.
You tried to tear me apart, you tried to tear me apart, you'll never break my heart.
Rain down my neck in coffin lane I can feel every pulse run through my veins, you really tore me apart.
Lying up there in a wooden box, could not believe it was one of us, you really tore me apart but there's just one thing that you've got to know, I hear your blues where ever i roam.
You really tore me apart, you really tore me apart, yeah you broke my heart.
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Solo
02:45
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Solo
I'm solo, so low, solo since you have left.
I'm solo, So low, solo, of friends I am bereft.
The only girl that could pick me up lies buried in the ground with worms crawling through the eyes of her skull.
Last time I saw her alive, I asked her if I might drive, I was drunk as a skunk, she said uhuh.
I'm solo, so low, solo, now i'm in the joint.
I'm solo, so low, solo, it's not what she would want.
If I could turn back time today, I'd turn it to my trial get me a better lawyer on my side. This jail house lonesome as can be with endless coffees and TV, that bitch has gone and taken me for a ride.
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Gotta Lotta Loss
01:59
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8. |
Promised Land
01:44
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When The Lights Go Out
03:10
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When the lights go out
When the lights go out, I'll be under your skin,
When the lights go out, I'll be back again.
Though they buried my bones six feet in the ground, when the lights go out I'll be back again.
I hear a marching band playing in the graveyard, I see a woman mourning still for me.
When the lights go out, I'll be under your skin when the lights go out i'll be back again.
Though you take lovers underneath your covers, by the door I'll wait until their done.
I see a marching band paying in the graveyard.
When the lights go out I'll be under your skin, When the lights come on, I'll be gone.
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10. |
The Falling Dream
04:02
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The falling dream
Pierrepoint was my hangman, he was in from out of town, said do you like your duties? He said "Boy do you see me crying and do you see these feathers in my cap, they signify each and every man I've dropped, you think I have no conscience? Think as you will, your soul goes in the jar."
Just like the bible said it would.
He then left my cell, made his final preparations. I and the rest heard the rumours, how he could weigh a man just by shaking on his hand and there upon my table lay my poor mother's bible, the only thing that she could gift this son - St Matthew 7 verses 21, just like the bible said she would.
I awoke to my worries, the screw, the key, the door.
The priest he marched me thirteen short steps, all the world, it's a stage that's for sure.
My hands and my legs were restrained, your kerchief becomes my hood.
The lever and the pin, the falling dream complete.
Then Christ put his arms all around me, and the angels of the lord then receive me. I flew towards the pink and the glow, it became fire on my approach and in the eternal pyre my Godless victims lake of fire and me up here in heaven, I took the time to be forgiven.
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11. |
Truckload
03:11
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Truckload
I want you to be there, on the day that you have my child, when you look at the two of us you know it's going to be wild.
I'd like you to be there, on the day that I die, just like you were my darling on my very first time.
I don't know what's come over me, a truckload of mortality and all the wounds I've still to heal.
I'd like to say sorry for all the stupid things that I've done.
When I think about it now, I didn't even enjoy all the fun.
I'd like to say thank you now you know my race has run, we had joy and we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
So it's goodnight and God bless, may my soul pollute this world.
Long after my death may I expand and consume like gas.
Just another pebble washed to sand on life's big beach.
Jesus is my witness, he knows the trouble I have seen.
I don't know what's come over me a truckload of mortality and all the heels I've still to wound.
I don't kno
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12. |
China Doll
02:58
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China Doll
I looked into the mirror and I saw the years progressed, what little charms my features held lay cracked upon my face. And when I see young lovers it makes my stomach turn, what chance have they to know like I the misery to come?
My first love he was Matthew he was handsome he was strong, you'd never find him deep in work though active all day long.
He left my heart so bitter though he tried to leave it kind, my fornicating lodger had someone else in mind.
Though I lie here still and cold, China doll dear, China doll.
I look into my casket and I see the threads of youth, so glib were my affections then, so careful with the truth. So let them close the curtain on the story on the corpse and on into the Fire, on in I go
The words we left unspoken now echo in my head. A man should not be judged by the woman in his bed, so let them close the curtain on the story on the corpse and on into the fires of hell my shallow grave bestowed.
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13. |
Last Night at the Proms
03:40
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Last night of the proms
I passed the place today where I first kissed your lips, just a little alley way, really quite non-descript. I felt your presence there, could almost feel your breath, there was some passion here, street lights on bare flesh.
I drank in the place today where I first shook your hand.
It hasn't changed so much and young men gallivant.
I don't know why I went, I think I had to see, if I could induce feelings parted long from me.
Are all these flags for me?
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