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(Brooker / Reid)
Zika nor nama ... hesah!
Through this hourglass
Sands are running fast
In deserted plains
Kingdoms write their names
On these burning sands
Kingdoms show their hands
In these killing fields
Soldiers show their steel
The men who play the gods of war
They stay behind the guarded door
And hostages who seek release
They're crying out to keep the peace
Holding on... Holding on
One day we will be free, one day if we're strong
Holding on... Holding on
Through the shadows cast to a brighter day
In these fields of stone
Far away from home
In this vale of tears
The men who play the gods of war
They stay behind the guarded door
Religious leaders teachin' hate
Praise the war and call it fate
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(Brooker / Reid)
'All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry
'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many Junes have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand
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(Brooker / Reid)
Within Our House
love and grace
fires burn so bright
through darkest night
Throughout our lives
so much to learn
you read the signs
be our guide at every turn
Lift your voice
and you will know the tune
something old something new
Come join us! Come join us!
Within Our House
Be of good cheer
you are not alone
welcome to your joyous feast
let troubles cease
this day of peace
Lift your voice
and you will know the song
live with us and you'll belong
give thanks and pray
you found your way
welcome to our house
Within Our House
love and grace
throughout our life
so much to learn
Take comfort here
you are not alone
give thanks and pray
you found your way
Lift your voice in harmony
feel the strength enrich thee
Come join us! Come join us!
live in our house
within our house
live
Within Our House
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(Brooker / Reid)
It seems as clear as yesterday
We saw it in a dream
but dream became insanity
an awful gaping scream
So sad to see such emptiness
So sad to see such tears
And heaped up leaves of bitterness
turned mouldy down the years
Nothing but the truth.
Common words in use
Hard to find excuse
Harder than the truth
Like Icarus we flew too high
We flew too near the sun
They caught us in that awful glare
Our hapless throats were strung
But just before the final stroke
They took us victims of the rope
And cast us far beyond the deep
To lie in never ending sleep
It seems as clear as yesterday
They cast us in the deep
We lie in darkest night for good
Never ending sleep
A never ending bitter gloom
Whose dungeon seldom clears
A God forsaken emptiness
Which fills our hearts with tears
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I know I've done my best
But that's no consolation
I s'pose I should have guessed
When I saw the invitation
you told me love was blind
But you were only joking
I know you've changed your mind
But I still keep on hoping.
Head held high
Eyes on the sky
I know I've got to be strong
If I see you again
it will be as a friend
With time for a long goodbye
You know I felt so bad
When I left you at the station
It was the first time I
Had felt such desolation
It's been a long, long time
And I still can't forget you
But my friends all say
That maybe I don't want to.
Head held high
Eyes on the sky
I know I've got to be strong
If I see you again
it will be as a friend
With time for a long goodbye
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We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
and the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
and although my eyes were open
they might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
though in truth we were at sea
so I took her by the looking glass
and forced her to agree
saying, 'You must be the mermaid
who took Neptune for a ride.'
But she smiled at me so sadly
that my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed
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