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09/29/2008 |
1. | Overture (instrumental) |
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7. | Der Kapitän (instrumental) |
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Nine hours passed and how long will it last
said the man with the plan and a gun in his hand.
He's scared but prepared it might be as he feared,
are they still in control, and safe behind the wall.
This evening's too quiet, oh we need a real riot
to shake and to break and to bite like a snake.
We're stuck in this attic so bored and so static,
tomorrow they'll ask us to throw off our masks.
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But the storm is a'coming ‘cross the hills tonight,
like a vain full of rain to the hearts that should fight.
The storm is a'coming ‘cross the hills tonight,
like a vain full of rain to the hearts that should fight.
Mary's like me, she's a loser to be,
got a lock on her door and a bed on the floor.
They will know they will win and then they'll come in.
There's nothing you could say to lead them astray.
We still live in silence like sworn threats of violence.
I long for an end and it's coming round the bend.
If we live through this night and we'd still be allright.
We'd flee to Siam or a bar in Amsterdam.
[Chorus]
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Wake again to tea with cinnamon
some honey on a spoon it is almost noon
Walking down the stairs to shed my morning tears
just can't be satisfied lord knows that I've tried
that I've tried that I've tried
And it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful,
it's so beautiful
but it's not real it's not real
Bright the sun the day is almost done
I sit and drink champagne I am very sane
Smell this tea
and dream of what could be
defeated yet again
by tea with cinnamon
as many braver men
I might bounce back my friend
And it`s so beautiful it`s so beautiful
it's so beautiful
but it`s not real it`s not real
Now it`s night and I don`t feel so bright
My pulse is beating fast this will never last
Another day is gone and I can not outrun
The time is closing in let the sleep begin
let it begin let it begin
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As I was walking in the big black woods
Hey ho, the big black woods
I met the evil devil and he offered me a ride
Hey ho, he offered me a ride
He said: “you look tired, let me carry you a while”
Hey ho on the devil's back
There's an evil, little bastard hiding in his eye
Hey ho, of fire, flames and fry
Lord, I'm only human
I'm tired and I wanna go home
Let me ride on the devil's back,
but save my soul
Save my soul
The rain poured down from the grey sky above
Hey ho, the rain pissed down
But the devil he went hasty
and steady running fast
Hey ho, oh this could never last
And then he saw my home through
the branches and the leaves
Hey ho, lay hidden by the trees
Inside my darling loved one
and children oh so sweet
Hey ho, my children oh so sweet
Lord knows you're only human
You were tired and you wanted to go home
Pay me the soul of your one true love
or you will never see your children again
Oh Lord knows you're only human
You were tired and you wanted to go home
Pay me the soul of your one true love
or you will never see your children again
Save my soul!
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He was a child I was a child
Sentimental and wild
Now we're resting
Now we're resting
For twelve short years
we lived out of health
and of prosperous wealth
oh my dearest
oh my dearest
My only portrait to remind you
my wine on your old cloak
my voice sustained in our piano
comme les carillons
de notre nuit de noces
Heir of my illness writer
of all the stories and the words
that I'm haunting
that I'm haunting
When your heart is on your sleeve
then I'll bid you my sweet adieu
don't forget me
don't forget me
The other woman to explain
her letters I deplore
I'm the flare inside your sorry dark eyes
and I'll leave you nevermore
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Feelin' like a lollipop forgot in Pyongyang
Dancin' to the voodoo beat boom bam bam
Baby doll, remote control
Caravan love is all you know
Kickin' at the motherfuckers one by one
You sell tickets to a funeral
‘Cause you need tickets to The Cramps
A rock'n'roll band, a little whiskey,
a candy apple
All you know you're dancing
till you drop
when you're listening to Le Pop
Pick me up and drive me home
Crank crank crank crank
crank up the volume
Pull up the tights
to your wuthering heights
No means no, no means no
You sell tickets to a funeral
‘Cause you need tickets to Katzenjammer
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The summer has ended quietly surrendered
Laying its weapons on
the ground 'round her feet
The chimes they are calling,
the leaves they are falling
to cover this land with their innocent livesLalalala, wading in deeper
Lalalala, up to her knees
Two hands that are white,
can't put up the fight
Bereft of all strength and
the flames in her eyes
The infant, the damage,
the plunder, the pillage
Her ruins of smoke, this river can't choke
Lalalala, wading in deeper
Lalalala, up to her waist
The fall is a'coming, closer each morning
it snarls at her heals and
breathes down her neck
A raven is calling Promethean warning
The ties to her arms and
her legs pull her down
Lalalala, wading in deeper
Lalalala, over her head
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A messenger arrived through
a sunlit' open door
Passed the dangers of the world
to his troubled queen so bored
With a voice full of worry and
a frightened fighter's face
Another day's morning in life's busy race
He looked into her eyes before he spoke
Play my darling, play
Don't you put yourself on the throne no more
Play my darling, play
There's a world outside our broken borders
Play my darling, play
Don't you put your key in another door
Play my darling, play
With a world outside your broken borders
�She's a lonely young girl
she's the sister of the moon
Her heart is like November
though she wants it to be June
Larger than life she's standing there so tall
There's a note with her name and
it's hanging on the wall
Her eyes they opened wide when she read
(Play my darling, play)
She's stuck there on her
island so marooned
The limelights got
her blinded and harpooned
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The wind is a'whipping through the open doors
Speaking of the sea and the rolling' waves
Maybe there's a ship at the bottom now
or struggling on the surface with a cry for help
Wish I could forget and let the years go by
Wish I could escape from my dreams of you
Twenty years ago it was a howling storm
as the voice of a god from a great beyond
I was standing on the shore as the sky grew dark
with a hand on a bible and a hand on my heart
Wish I could forget and let the years go by
Wish I could escape from my dreams of you
Because all I have left is the voice of the wind
Blowing through the doors of our house
The sun was drying up the rain in our sky
Shining gold in our sails and
our hearts standing by
Remember what they're singing
on their way to the sea:
“Goodbye fare thee well, goodbye for me”
Wish I could forget and let the years go by
Wish I could escape from my dreams of you
Empty were the coffins and
the house where we lived
as the grave that I dug
by our place on the beach
How I wish the water could
be poured out of the sea
so I can go and get you back ashore with me
Wish I could forget and let the years go by
Wish I could escape from my dreams of you
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In the clockwork, in the clockwork,
time is never at ease
A frantic sensation is hammering
nails in your spine
Multiple fractions and
muscle contractions will tear
your mind into shreds, cutting your threads
Do you regret you were born?Take my hands into yours,
dance my senses away
Take my hands into yours,
before mother superior's home
Monsieur, monsieur you look like
the saint in my dreams
Igniting the flame and carving
my name next to yours
This urban decline is
leaving its sign round my neck
Pulling the noose, tells me I'll lose
There's nothing to save
I'm sober, I'm sober, but I wish I was not
A gentle diversion or
a touch of divine I could use
The curtains are closed,
but I still feel exposed to the world
Wishing away somewhere astray
Are you still listening?
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I want a girl and not a pearl
I want a girl who'll take me home
A kind is nice and will get me
Where I want to go, yeah
There's been a lover to ignore me
To ask me the one who knows
If I tell the car run the other
Will it end from there?
Take a look underneath the hood
And I won't be friends
Baby, rev my motor
Make my blood boil, be on her
Baby, rev my motor
Make my blood boil, be on her
Blue shadows on the track
Run your fingers through my hair
Use my Dodger to get me there
Line my seats with everybody there
Oh my God, then baby will last
It's got little hands and baby blue eyes
Mine, who will last when my baby will lie
Baby, rev my motor
Make my blood boil, be on her
Baby, rev my motor
Make my blood boil, be on her
Baby, rev my motor
Make my blood boil, be on her
Baby, rev my motor
Make my blood boil, be on her, yeah
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