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for all the fear and folderol
of breaking parts and free-for-alls
The ringing chimes of grace intent
The great advance of all you meant
the stuff and dreams of half-lives
you have come to war with pen knives
in your hilts
I watched you shout at shooting stars
and righteous scream at passing cars
and build your sunken castles in the
leather booths at corner bars
and every broken curse and cry
was built on someone else’s
brand of pain
don’t shake your shine
don’t lose your mind
find what you lost
bless what you crossed
all in again
And I’m certain that it served you well
and carried round the carrousel
the breaking news was broke apart
the blood ran from your bleeding heart
the alleyways and channel cats
have set aside their brickbats
and their stings
And nothing’s left to stop you now
There’s no oath left to disavow
you’re free to pass like slipping ghosts
Through walls and wakes and whipping posts
the arrows all left pointing north
your soldiers all called forth
to fight your foes
don’t shake your shine
don’t lose your mind
find what you lost
bless what you crossed
all in again
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Johnny was a junky,
He never could be serious.
His habit kept him funky
But his whim was so delirious
His head up in the clouds
Indifferent and etherious
Underneath a shroud
Line of logic too mysterious
Johnny laid his plans
Dreaming all the day away
Putting pennies up in cans
Saving money for a rainy day
He put his plans on hold
Living life like it was layaway
Made no attempt at getting old
Found his candy in the alleyway
Dream a dream of sleep
Johnny found his reason
After seasons of insanity
His head committed treason
The very model of humanity
His heart brought him back
Using popular profanity
Anterograde amnesiac
Monument to inanity
Dream a dream of sleep
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AG Y'all - Transavia
03:33
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This room is made of barriers
Uplifting soul search carriers
Vacation ripe for traveling
Vin rouge she’s finely happening
From Paris down to Normandy
Our journey rich like poetry
The louvre to beaches in the sand
This trip is way tre out of our hand
Saving a minute in my mind
Leaving the day to day behind
Ah...
Enjoy the lap of luxury
Entrenched in all this French ery
Explore the trocacadero
Why worry not a care-o
Mona Lisa sees you move
Eyes that follow every groove
Twileries the trampolines
Bursting out from all the scenes
Taking a picture hope it lasts
What can we learn, from our pasts
Breathtaking in simplicity
Treasure the opportunity
Creating roads of radiance
Why question mission cadence
After a week of majesty
Return to New York City
We love to travel everywhere
Return home how
Refrain
Looking out the window
Heading home to play
Looking out the window
Transavia
Looking out the window
Transavia
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Deep in the depths
Of the ocean
There are creatures
Who’ve never seen
Their world is cold
And never known
Of warmth and light
Is just a dream
Have you ever
seen darkness pure
There are still the
Stars in the sky
Could you conceive
Of virgin gloom
Without ever
Knowing the light
I travel on
Across the seas
To lands that
I never have known
But never have
been to a land
Where the fire has
Never been shown
Have you ever
seen darkness pure
There are still the
Stars in the sky
Could you conceive
Of virgin gloom
Without ever
Knowing the light
When the time comes
Will I be strong
And stand in the
dark as a light
Will I have strength
To keep the flame
Protected and
Constantly bright
Have you ever
seen darkness pure
There are still the
Stars in the sky
Could you conceive
Of virgin gloom
Without ever
Knowing the light
The flame will never die
The flame will always burn
It may be cold and the
dark may come
The flame may not be always strong
But the fire will always return
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I never thought I'd live to see the US sponsor terrorists
I never thought the president would love the white supremacists
I never thought the people would let radicals inside their heads
I never thought I’d see my home so caught up in some Orwell shit
They got you workin’ three jobs and the ends ain’t close to meetin’ yet
The dream is dead already and we ain’t got close to sleepin’ yet
The joke is on the young ones they gon’ work until they’re droppin’ dead
It’s really sad the man is building bombs with their retirement
Trim and burn your lamplights
And set your torches alight
Let them know their end is drawing near
There be no shelter here
Bring the man in on his knees, his account is in arrears
They say it’s hyperbolic but they know the man is fuckin’ you
They’re sittin’ back and counting bills not caring what you’re going through
It’s time to take it to the streets and roll out some fresh guillotines
Or grab a pair of pliers and a torch full of acetylene
I know it might sound crazy dreaming up all these medieval scenes
We’re tired of the world running on bullshit and on gasoline
Their corporate masters pulling strings just doing what they tell them to
It’s time to come to terms these public servants never worked for you
Trim and burn your lamplights
And set your torches alight
Let them know their end is drawing near
There be no shelter here
Bring the man in on his knees, his account is in arrears
I hope the orange one knows that his fuckin’ time is almost through
To see him dragged away in chains, a show I’d buy a ticket to
It ain’t really my nature wishing fellow men the ill-est will
I have say this dullard in the White House surely fits the bill
They say they want to take our land to pasts where we were really great
But all they’ve done is fill the swamp with con men and some reprobates
What will our children think of what is left when all these fucks are through
Be careful what you wish for there’s no guessing what the desperate do
Trim and burn your lamplights
And set your torches alight
Let them know their end is drawing near
There be no shelter here
Bring the man in on his knees, his account is in arrears
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SOUND OF A FARAWAY TRAIN
OH MY BROKEN HEART UNMENDED
OH MY DREAMS SO EVER SHATTERED
SHE LEFT A LONG LONG TIME AGO
AND SINCE THEN ONLY NOTHING MATTERS
SET MY SIGHTS ON SATURN OH SO DISTANT
WITHOUT SAYING
I LISTEN EVERYDAY FOR THE SOUND OF A FARAWAY TRAIN
I STAND ON THE CORNER OF KENMORE SQ
GAZING ON TO THE CITCO SIGN
AND EAT A SUB AT THE PIZZA PAD
WITH A VERY DRUNKEN FRIEND OF MINE
I BOUGHT A PACK OF CIGERETTES
IN A FRENZY OF DELERIUM
AND SMOKED THEM IN A MONTH OF SUNDAYS
BALANCE OUT MY TEDIUM
I LISTEN EVERYDAY FOR THE SOUND OF A FARAWAY TRAIN
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