1. |
I Am A Garden
03:50
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I am a garden
I am a garden
Into the cool stream I will go
Into the cool stream I will go
I retrace my steps and wander back to the garden.
I heard a story about a fisherman
Dreamed he saw visions of Babylon
All night long he wept in waves
Ghost boats showing him his grave
I heard a story about a fisherman
Dreamed he saw visions of Babylon
All night long he wept in waves
Ghost boats showing him his grave, his grave, his grave.
Coast guard came by chance at dawn
Looking not for him but other men gone
Thirteen lost so far this storm
Until we find our fisherman alive and alone
The rescuers shout joy at their find.
"At last we've found one man Alive!"
The rescuers shout joy at their find.
"At last we've found one man Alive!"
The rescuers shout joy at their find.
"At last we've found one man Alive!"
One man not a hero or a saint
Just one man alive in deadly drink.
We all cry for our survivor
"Nothing means a lot when even that is gone!"
We all cry for our survivor
"Nothing means a lot when even that is gone!"
I am a garden
I am a garden
Into the cool stream I will go
Into the cool stream I will go
I retrace my steps and wander back to the garden.
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2. |
April
04:49
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Who remembered me the day the sun shone bright
on aromatic fields of wheat?
Who remembered me the day I
wandered sadly over by the kitchen door?
The gas grinds grey chilly bone.
All the sunshine turns nightmares into day.
All the time wet, all the time cold
Chilly bone, chilly bone, chilly bone.
Who remembered that the sun was shining
The day the waters fell?
Who remembers that?
Oh, I remember it so well.
Did you hear what happened on that slim April evening?
Two cards played out their hands.
The colour surged up and around their heads
Before dawn loomed sacred in futile mystery.
Cracked hoses and bones and sticky
Neighbours marched up and down the aisles
While dedicated somnambulists performed
The history of nations In One Act.
Man the shit was flying while sad mention
was made of all the known becauses.
Tracking down a mortal bath of shit
We're stuck in a pit of snit.
There's my two bits.
The rotten ones sink slowly
and gravity sinks the rest
While a few shine on top for a short while
Honky tonk long bong I'm gone.
It's dark now and the river flows
Beneath the ice.
It's all locked up and frozen tight.
This is not a pretty picture
Or a photograph of people in the street
Or a sunny milkman taking care of children
Or a scientist describing what he thinks is neat.
It's a song! It's a song!
I hope it's catchy
I hope the folks will sing it with a beat
and think its something really sweet.
I see gold snakes
like lime fire crawling across my sky
Nothing but bright red ants
to tell me I'm alive
It's dark now and the river flows
Beneath the ice.
It's all locked up and frozen tight.
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3. |
Special Thing
03:37
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Can we talk? Let's figure this out.
I don't like being a blind spot.
I just don't understand what you're trying to say
Sometimes with your happiness and your malcontented heart.
A plain man walks down the street with no expression
By a woman with a painted face in deep depression.
What's wrong? What's upside down?
Is it close to your heart? Is it buried in the ground?
Hold on. Let go. Hold on. Let go.
So alive. So alone. So close to the bone.
So close to the animal.
Bring it on home.
Bring it home.
Let go of the love in your pocket.
It won't break your heart
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4. |
Over in the Meadow
04:34
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Over in the meadow
By the field of corn
Could there be a treasure
Buried deep beneath the storm?
Isn't it forever?
Isn't it the same?
Soon we'll be together
In the wind and rain.
No paper today
All the shining has passed away
Aren't we the lucky ones
To be spared that misery?
Aren't we forever?
Aren't we the same?
Aren't we together
In the wind and rain?
Chorus
"I am no stranger."
Sings the dark night...
"Nor am I a gauzy breeze
"Of which one makes light."
"I am your companion
On midnight's stormy plain
I'm the silent wanderer
Crossing deserts by train."
Chorus
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5. |
Big Siren
04:00
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Standing on the wrong side of glory
With a suitcase in my hand.
Waiting for a train to take me
To the promised land
Here is the surprise:
A nation of empty eyes
A carousel of pride
That took me home and told me lies
The day passed by like sand in a vice
'Twas not a happy wandering like scotch on ice
Inflated gloom 'til one sank thrice
Despair commands a hefty price
Big Sirens Big Country
Big Water Big memory
Bending backwards and forwards in the blue sea blue sea.
Watching over me is a blue dog
He's a word and not a sight to see.
Bending backwards and forwards
With the ache of love.
All the missing Europeans dig for gold
And trample beauty underfoot
Lost and lonely, aching love
I cry for you...
Big Sirens
Big Country
Big Water
Big Memory
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6. |
August 29 1991
05:26
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Hey the sun is shining!
Hey the sun is shining like its never shone before!
Is this observation just a relic of my youth
Or has it really never shone like this before?
How can I believe that something's true
Unless it hits me on the head
Or like a steaming pile of poo 'cause
I can smell it, sitting underneath my shoe.
A simple little story on the front page
Misrepresents the truth.
The people who believe the little story
Are the voters at the booth.
When you add up all the little stories
that are not the truth
And multiply it by the eyes that
Read it and believe it
We present the situation of the
Simple little story being true!
Hey the sun is shining!
Hey the sun is shining like its never shone before!
Is this observation just a relic of my youth
Or has it really never shone like this before?
We may never know just who we really are
Because we're loyal to the queen
And that means someone's reigning over us
And that we're never really free.
Whether it is god or its the
Queen or the president of the
War machine that lives next door or
Our own foolish government
A sales job is a sales job and they
Sold it and we bought it now we
Own it and we use it and we try to sell it
To the whites who'll buy it and the
Blacks and others can go fuck themselves
Because they're different and besides
Their colour proves that they are
Clouds which shield us from
The eye of God.
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7. |
Love Is Like A Bicycle
02:49
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How did I not know, in my foolish past
That complicated things have not a chance to last
But now I’m all a flutter with sweet simplicity
Which for no apparent reason, simply came to me.
Simplicity is so simple, it’s as pure as gold that glistens,
Sings to us inside our dreams, I was too thick to listen.
But since Cupid pierced me with his darts that do not sting
I know that live is the most simple thing.
Love is like a bicycle
That’s exactly what it is!
Therefore If love is not like a bicycle
I say nothing is!
Love is like, let me try to find the word
Forgive me if I momentarily sound absurd
Now I know for certain what love is simply not
Let me pause a bit to say what love is!
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8. |
Sleepless
04:18
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DOLCE: I’ve been known to walk in my sleep
But know my nights are so sleepless
Dance with demons from the dark dead deep
But now I find that I weep less.
BUTTRESS: And what could you see with your soft soft eyes
And what would you say if you could say?
What could you know with your soft, soft mind?
DOLCE: (spoken) What I see… What I see..
(sung) I see a world of knaves.
BUTTRESS: How she raves.
DOLCE: I see a pack of rotters
BUTTRESS: I totters.
DOLCE: I see nothing but scum
BUTTRESS: Ho-hum, ho-hum.
DOLCE: I see! I see!
BUTTRESS: She sees! She sees!
DOLCE: Ruffians, scullions, gunmen, hoodlums, (grabs Buttress violently)
Cut throat crooks who’ll put you in the ground
Rob you of your towns and hold you down
All for what you might ask?
All for what you might ask?
Both: All for precious pounds
All for precious pounds in their piggy pockets!
Piggy pockets! Piggy pockets!
Keep your eyes upon the evil men
Their speech is smooth as butter,
Watch their thoughts, they are always s of war,
Read between the lines they utter.
Money-men meet in the big board rooms
They pull their blinds closed shut,
One day soon they will slip in their shit
Beware these men of blood!
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9. |
Take Courage
02:18
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Be patient dear hearts who grieve
The night you feel is lifting
This bird of chaos will leave
While worldly pains are shifting.
Take courage for the Morrow
Mankind will refind grace
Be gone the trace of sorrow
That clouds the human face.
That clouds the human face.
Trust heaven is not far
Our hearts will find the way
Forget not what we are
Good sense will have its day.
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10. |
Delta Song
05:30
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When I look out on the Delta
I see stars and boats upon the River,
on the River
When I look out on the Delta
I see stars and boats upon the river
As it to and fro’s on this impatient earth
From the mountain in what we might call a no man’s land
I watch the thundering river flow and vanish out beyond the Delta Sand.
I will give and so will you give
All our arms and legs for one shred of truth
The end, or what we fancy we might call the end
Is never far away, it’s just around the corner
Or what we call the corner.
We don’t know what will happen in the end
Happen in the end
We don’t know what’s good or bad
Or if it even matters
In the end.
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