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LYRICS - 'MAGICFOLK' 2007 - all songs copyright Ben and Michelle Glover |
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GREEN MAN (2003 Ben Glover) |
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Waiting at the junction |
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that runs underground |
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of the old straight track |
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my cats eyes are bonfires |
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holding me back |
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linking the hills |
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too much road rage |
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of the old straight track |
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in the Aquarian age |
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Waiting at the junction |
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Dazzle in the mirror |
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for the lights to change |
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and nothing on the radio |
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I saw the sign |
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forget what the lights say |
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I’ll find another way |
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I’m not waiting |
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for the green man |
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Cross through the circle |
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I’m not wasting my time |
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climb over the barrow, |
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the tarmac’s old |
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Go past the Long Man |
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and the pavements are narrow |
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and over the hill, |
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walk with the green man |
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leading you places |
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take the contraflow |
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the road never will |
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you don’t need traffic signs |
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to follow the ley lines |
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walk with the green man |
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take the contraflow |
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You take the high road |
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you don’t need to wait for him |
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and I’ll take the one |
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to say when you can go |
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SHEBA (2004 Michelle Glover) |
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watching |
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from a tall window |
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up high |
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overlooking the desert |
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orange and hot |
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watching you walking away |
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reaching |
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from the tower of Babel |
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high and dry |
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my pillar of flame |
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moves away |
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on the plains of Africa |
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cries |
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deaf to the world |
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a bird |
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cracks its wings |
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a feather falls |
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past my prison window
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and drifts |
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on the heat haze |
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of your footsteps |
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padding in the sand |
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along the kingdom of dust |
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lost heart of Solomon |
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song of Sheba |
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breathes through the air |
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on feathers |
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falling down to my feet |
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dream or reality
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or is it - real? |
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PERSEPHONE |
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LITTLE SPIRIT |
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(2004 Michelle Glover) |
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(2002 Michelle Glover) |
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Drawn to the place of Persephone
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little spirit you are |
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Drawn to the dark passageway
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little spirit that doesn’t care |
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Under the white cypress tree
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how, where, or why |
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Fixed by the eyes of Persephone
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sleep in the sun |
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sleep in the shade |
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I will go,
I will follow you
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as flies spin by |
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Down to the river of forgetfulness |
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hear in my quiet |
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Ah.. Persephone |
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see in my dark |
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κόρη της νύχτας |
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when candle flames die |
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(Daughter of the night) |
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wake in the night |
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κόρη της άνοιξης |
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burn bright little soul |
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(Daughter of the spring) |
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little spirit that you are |
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AIBO (2004 Ben Glover) |
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I can’t see where you’re looking |
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and your eyes are much too blue |
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There’s more compassion in my dog |
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and it’s made by Sony |
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You don’t know the weakness of our race |
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Minds as fragile as a face |
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Android blue I like your style
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Show me where to lose the smile |
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I find the world too crowded nowadays
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It’s hard to navigate |
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there’s always someone in the way |
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Are there pavements on your planet
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are there binbags, are there boxes?
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You don’t seem to see them with your eyes |
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Android blue, you’re really wired |
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Can we go, I’m feeling -
ready to leave
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Tomorrow I’ll be ready for you |
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Android blue |
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You’ve taken a hard look around
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It seems that nothing’s changed your mind at all
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I wish you could offer me more hope
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But your expression is unreadable |
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Android blue, you’ve been so patient |
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The day has been so slow |
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Maybe tomorrow I’ll be ready for you |
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Android blue |
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HELIOPOLIS |
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ANGEL |
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(2005 Michelle and Ben Glover) |
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(2002 Michelle Glover) |
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place of pillars
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give me power give me light |
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god of the setting sun |
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in the dread of the dark |
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steps in the desert
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give me strength to survive |
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sunk into the sand |
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to live to the edge of time |
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voice of the bird
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spread your wings over me |
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in the mountain’s hand |
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give me hope in the day |
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a temple buried
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to send out the battle cry |
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beneath a pillar of flame |
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give me help in the battle |
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from the eye of Horus
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help me not to die |
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phoenix flies again |
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city of Aten |
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give me power of empathy |
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city of the sun |
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give me strength of sympathy |
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FURIES (2005 Michelle Glover. Translation into Greek by Carola Scupham) |
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Τισιφονη, Μεγαιρ(α),Αληκτω |
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Tisiphone, Megaera, Alecto |
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ποτε δεν λησμονειτε, Ερινυες |
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unforgetting Furies |
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μεσ'υπνηλια και νυστα |
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O drowsed in sleep |
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πνιγεται ο πονος μου |
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too deep to heed my pain! |
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Ξυπνατε, ακουετε |
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Awake and hear, |
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Η Κλυταιμνηστρα σας φωναζει, σηκω! |
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Clytemnestra calls - Arise! |
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Νυσταγμενα ουρλιαζετε |
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Yelping, drowsed again? |
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σηκω! στο φριχτο εργο |
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Up and do your deed of hell! |
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Προσμενει η ψυχη μου |
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my soul awaits |
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παιρνει χαμπαρι Μοιρα |
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tidings of coming fate |
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Μανιαι, Τρελλες |
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Maniae, Madnesses, |
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Κοραι πια της Νυχτας |
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Daughters of the Night |
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Λυσσαζετε, φρενιαζετε! |
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strike with madness! |
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Αρπαζετε! |
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Seize! |
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γυρω ψυχη τυλισσει |
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Round the soul entwining |
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Χωρις Λυρα και Μουσα |
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Without lute or lyre |
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τρελλη ψυχη μαραινει |
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Soul in madness pining, |
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στη φωτια λειωνει |
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Wasting as with fire |
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EGYPT (2006 Ben Glover) |
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Go beyond the pylon gate
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See the desert rimmed with light
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Limestone walls white
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Climb the eternal weight |
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The heron and the crocodile
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Find a path across the stars
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Chasing Orion
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Slowly turning on the Nile |
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Mistaken time |
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Fighting off the years, lift the draperies |
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Let your castles go |
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Come down to our century
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and tell us what you know |
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Go beyond the pylon gate |
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Past the shadow of the lion |
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Leave the stale dungeon |
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Leave your fallen temple |
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Go to the river side |
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The poppies and the cornflowers still grow |
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For the pharaoh |
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NARCISSUS |
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SEA PRIESTESS |
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(2005 Ben Glover) |
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(2006 Michelle & Ben Glover) |
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Caught by the window |
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we’ll build a fire of Azrael |
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You see yourself sideways |
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with cedar and sandalwood and juniper |
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So good looking |
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when the weed begins to stream |
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Your face is double glazed |
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Take another moment and turn back |
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we will see all the past |
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You can’t tear yourself away |
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of the high sea down |
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From the mirror trap |
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and the hollow land of marshes |
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Lost in conversation |
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fay Morgana |
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On the telephone |
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and the priest of the sea |
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Will you listen to yourself |
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Turn your best speech on |
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we’ll be the star |
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It’s a good impression of you |
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that rises from the sea |
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You’re more in love than you knew |
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these are the moon-tides |
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and these belong to me |
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Eridanus had a daughter |
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But Narcissus |
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take two twigs of the juniper tree |
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would only kiss the water |
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cross them |
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cross them |
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Seems like everything |
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cross them |
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is going your way |
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It all went right for you today |
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look into the coals of the fire |
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So you think about it for a while |
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of Azrael |
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Drown yourself in a smile |
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Fay Morgana |
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DIVING BELL |
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(2003 Ben Glover) |
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I’m taking on water |
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Out in this desert of stars |
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My instruments are shot to hell |
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I’m probably heading for Mars |
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I’ve taken on too much |
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This time |
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I’ve pushed my luck too high |
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to climb down |
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Diving bell |
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why did I go |
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I’m cold as hell |
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and twice as low |
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I’m counting the hours |
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With each breath of air |
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There’s fine rain coming |
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From somewhere |
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It’s an Arctic winter |
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This night goes on for days |
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I could sail this ocean |
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always |
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I’m walking on water |
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I’m over the moon |
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I couldn’t leave the Odyssey |
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too soon |
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There’s a million people waiting for me |
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There’s a million people asking for me |
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I’ve seen the Sea of Tranquillity |
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