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The nightingale is still locked in the cage |
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The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs |
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An old oak sheltering me from the blue |
| [01:00.80] |
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves |
| [01:06.79] |
A catnap in the ghost town of my heart |
| [01:11.37] |
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts |
| [01:17.01] |
Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the rude |
| [01:22.44] |
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys |
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A song of mea song in need |
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Of a courageous symphony |
| [01:35.05] |
A verse of mea verse in need |
| [01:38.12] |
Of a ppure-heart singing me to peace |
| [01:41.75] |
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying |
| [01:44.76] |
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing |
| [01:47.99] |
|
| [01:49.96] |
All that great heart lying still |
| [01:55.31] |
In silent suffering |
| [01:58.32] |
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end |
| [02:03.13] |
What is left for encore |
| [02:04.63] |
Is the same old dead boy's song |
| [02:08.04] |
Sung in silence |
| [02:09.87] |
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying |
| [02:12.78] |
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing |
| [02:16.29] |
|
| [02:26.85] |
A midnight flight into Covington Woods |
| [02:30.93] |
A princess and a panther by m side |
| [02:36.75] |
These are Territories I live for |
| [02:42.42] |
I'd still give mt everything to love you more |
| [02:48.01] |
|
| [02:48.73] |
A song of mea song in need |
| [02:51.53] |
Of a courageous symphony |
| [02:54.79] |
A verse of mea verse in need |
| [02:57.82] |
Of a ppure-heart singing me to peace |
| [03:00.96] |
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying |
| [03:04.56] |
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing |
| [03:07.76] |
|
| [03:10.50] |
All that great heart lying still |
| [03:15.12] |
In silent suffering |
| [03:18.16] |
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end |
| [03:22.89] |
What is left for encore |
| [03:24.50] |
Is the same old dead boy's song |
| [03:27.54] |
Sung in silence |
| [03:29.69] |
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying |
| [03:32.57] |
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing |
| [03:35.99] |
|
| [04:03.80] |
A silent symphony |
| [04:13.32] |
A hollow opus #1,2,3 |
| [04:25.27] |
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| [04:29.11] |
Sometimes the sky is piano black |
| [04:37.40] |
Piano black over cleansing waters |
| [04:50.37] |
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| [04:53.21] |
Resting pipes, verse of bore |
| [05:01.89] |
Rusting keys without a door |
| [05:14.44] |
|
| [05:18.90] |
Sometimes the within is piano black |
| [05:27.28] |
Piano black over cleansing waters |
| [05:40.27] |
|
| [06:11.43] |
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying |
| [06:14.64] |
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing |
| [06:21.06] |
|
| [06:24.25] |
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying |
| [06:28.05] |
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing |
| [06:33.63] |
|
| [07:06.77] |
I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, |
| [07:10.65] |
with a begging bowl in his shaking hand. |
| [07:13.63] |
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices. |
| [07:20.19] |
I do, but walk by. |
| [07:22.87] |
|
| [07:25.90] |
An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic |
| [07:31.06] |
It's half-light and he's in tears. |
| [07:33.49] |
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading. |
| [07:37.55] |
|
| [07:39.63] |
I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me. |
| [07:44.28] |
All pride has left his wild injured eyes. |
| [07:48.03] |
I wish I had my leg to spare. |
| [07:51.12] |
|
| [07:54.56] |
A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars. |
| [07:58.29] |
She's never loved him more. |
| [08:00.46] |
|
| [08:01.70] |
An obese girl enters an elevator with me. |
| [08:04.86] |
All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck. |
| [08:10.02] |
Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me. |
| [08:13.54] |
She's going to dinner alone. |
| [08:16.76] |
That makes her even more beautiful. |
| [08:19.78] |
|
| [08:21.12] |
I see a model's face on a brick wall. |
| [08:23.48] |
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill. |
| [08:28.16] |
A city that worships flesh. |
| [08:33.26] |
|
| [08:46.40] |
The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering |
| [08:50.08] |
man telling his story |
| [08:52.33] |
It was you, the grass under my bare feet |
| [08:56.55] |
The campfire in the dead of night |
| [08:59.99] |
The heavenly black of sky and sea |
| [09:03.46] |
|
| [09:05.85] |
It was us |
| [09:06.83] |
Roaming the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches |
| [09:12.75] |
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn |
| [09:17.62] |
Bathing in places no-one's seen before |
| [09:23.00] |
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island |
| [09:27.82] |
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe |
| [09:35.37] |
|
| [09:37.09] |
Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature |
| [09:43.10] |
In early air of the dawn of life |
| [09:46.21] |
A sight to silence the heavens |
| [09:49.52] |
|
| [09:53.80] |
I want to travel where life travels, |
| [09:56.14] |
following its permanent lead |
| [09:58.48] |
Where the air tastes like snow music |
| [10:01.58] |
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden |
| [10:05.21] |
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture |
| [10:10.62] |
I would bathe in a world of sensation |
| [10:13.72] |
Love, goodness and simplicity |
| [10:17.91] |
(While violated and imprisoned by technology) |
| [10:24.56] |
|
| [10:26.33] |
The thought of my family's graves was the only moment |
| [10:30.15] |
I used to experience true love |
| [10:32.59] |
That love remains infintie, |
| [10:35.30] |
as I'll never be the man my father is |
| [10:38.33] |
|
| [10:40.10] |
How can you "just be yourself" |
| [10:42.83] |
when you don't know who you are? |
| [10:44.35] |
Stop saying "I know how you feel" |
| [10:46.92] |
How could anyone know how another feels? |
| [10:49.82] |
|
| [10:52.07] |
Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, |
| [10:55.18] |
whore, politician, wrongdoer? |
| [10:59.01] |
I am, you are, all of them already |
| [11:04.05] |
|
| [11:16.02] |
Dear child, stop working, go play |
| [11:20.61] |
Forget every rule |
| [11:22.23] |
There's no fear in a dream |
| [11:26.14] |
|
| [11:28.06] |
Is there a village inside this snowflake? |
| [11:31.94] |
a child aske me |
| [11:34.94] |
What's the colour of our lullaby? |
| [11:39.71] |
|
| [11:41.00] |
I've never bbeen so close to truth as then |
| [11:45.98] |
I touched its silver lining |
| [11:49.97] |
|
| [11:53.75] |
Death is the winner in any war |
| [11:57.33] |
Nothing noble in dying for your religion |
| [12:00.94] |
For your country |
| [12:02.16] |
For ideology, for faith |
| [12:05.49] |
For another man, yes |
| [12:10.26] |
|
| [12:16.83] |
Paper is dead without words |
| [12:19.29] |
Ink idle without a poem |
| [12:22.10] |
All the world dead without stories |
| [12:25.14] |
Without love and disarming beauty |
| [12:29.70] |
|
| [12:32.05] |
Careless realism costs souls |
| [12:35.99] |
|
| [12:37.70] |
Ever seen the Lord smile? |
| [12:39.29] |
All he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man? |
| [12:43.84] |
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks? |
| [12:48.46] |
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is |
| [12:52.32] |
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground |
| [12:57.05] |
|
| [13:00.86] |
I see all those empty cradles and wonder |
| [13:05.60] |
If man will never change |
| [13:07.62] |
|
| [13:08.53] |
I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am |
| [13:13.65] |
Is smoke and mirrors |
| [13:16.05] |
Still given everything, may I be deserving |
| [13:20.52] |
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| [13:22.32] |
And there forever remains the change from G to Em |
| [13:29.62] |
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