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Little Faces (Oysterhead)

In the dawn
When my toes are cold
They spread their little trinkets on the ground
In the hall
By the closet door
They creep into my bed without a sound
On a cube
In a plastic egg
A hundred fabric figures in a pile
See them march
Toward me in a line
And dance across the floor in single file

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind

Tiny doors
For walking through
While sticky fingers clutch forbidden things
And the phone
For talking through
They often pull the cable when it rings
Sinking ships
On a foamy sea
That roll and tumble slowly from
the motion of their filthy
Little hands
Their little hands

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind

In the dark
When their eyes are wide
They listen to the secrets that I tell
In a ball
On their tiny beds
Or beneath them where the shadow people dwell
And the moon
Beams that split the night
Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces
As they drift into a dream
In a dream

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind

Darktown (Shadow Gallery)

Sun is low now in the sky
soon the cold will start to bite
and I'm kicking some old
empty can
down a barren street yah
step into a dark saloon
peer across the smoke filled room
I can feel her a mile away
she smiles and beckons me

Now we're dancing throught the mist
face to face I taste her breath
our gaze locks into a hazy trance I start to quiver
now she comes to comfort me I tell her I'm too blind to see
a warm bed and a fresh breath of air and you'll feel better

I know the feeling that you get
too bad it's only for a moment
lost in the shadows of the night
she turned and took my hand said
stay by my side, slip between the light
mirror my image we'll be alright

The key that opens up a thousand doors of mystery
unlocks a basement full of fears
start to unravel in it you might as well be blind
she saw my fright and closed her eyes

Don't fall in love it's a crazy nightmare
she looked at me and she winked an eye
it's too soon to say good-bye to this darktown
could use a fortune of imagination
refuse to look but I cannot deny
gotta make it out tonight of this darktown

Sorry to leave you in this crazy nightmare
she looked at and she winked and eye
that's too bad so goodbye to your darktown
could use a fortune of imagination
I turned to look but I closed my eyes
and I won't turn back tonight to this darktown

Montana (Venus Hum)

Panic start it's 8o'clock 28
Mach 10 to get to the school on time
Throw a dress on over my head
Jump in my freedom ride
Fill me up with sound
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big Beautiful Sky!

Panic start it's just enough, a little, too late
Park calls!
I'll not go to school today
Throw a bright pink dress over my red head
Go to Saint Mary's Lake
Fill me up with sound
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big Beautiful Sky!

Jupiter Island (Porcupine Tree)

Jupiter Island is full of pleasures
Glowing gardens holding hidden treasures
Luminous flowers of yellows and greens
Glittering petals that have to be seen
Here's your chance don't let it pass you by
Take my hand and we'll fly

Jupiter Island is surrounded by oceans
Majestic ballerinas with graceful motions
Magenta forests on a crimson sea
The electric clouds ar as vivid as can be
Scarlet moons in a domino sky
Take my hand and we'll fly

Come on let's fly to Jupiter Island
Just take my hand and we'll fly

Jupiter Island is full of mountains
Ruby rivers and sapphire fountains
Chessboard lawns bible black and white
The pink and blue trees are incredibly bright
An orange sunset painted on the sky
Take my hand and we'll fly

Jupiter Island is full of people
But you can't see them unless you want to
Lying in the hay on a hot sunny day
Everyone's happy so no-one's**
Laughter from the children dances way on high Take my
hand and we'll fly

Jupiter Island is full of meadows
Fertile pastures for growing rainbows
Illuminated portraits from strange orchestrations
Lost in a collage of its own creations
Never a chance to wave goodbye
Take my hand and we'll fly

Sly (The Cat Empire)

If frisy hair was a metaphor
for festival time
then this woman is a goddess
of that festival shrine, met her
- at a jam
in that garden of sorts
I must confess god bless
some impure thoughts
“show us the money”
was the call of the night
but no money could have bought
even a piece of her pride, there might
have been a sea of people
I don’t know, because
all I could see
was how this woman she glowed so

-Aeh it’s a pleasure to meet you
ya look like one incredible creature
wanna treat you fine
lets dance and grind
get so funk-inflicted it’s a crime
you’re divine you’re sublime
and well you blow my mind

She caterpillar so good
that all the greeks go “killa”
break and enter take ya like a glass of milk
then “spill ya”
saw her coming what a scene
what I mean is
she got that ** coffee beam
but she tastes like vanilla
well alright she ignite
when we hit the floor
like the vroom on a V8 super commodore
now if it makes a good story
well it’s just worthwhile
with her’s like dealing stories
in that sprinkla style and so

-Aeh it’s a pleasure to meet you
ya look like one incredible creature
wanna treat you fine
lets dance and grind
get so funk-inflicted it’s a crime
you’re divine you’re sublime
and well you blow my mind

Dance Music (The Mountain Goats)

alright i'm in johnson avenue
in San Louis Obispo
and i'm five years old or six maybe
and indications that there's
something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily

i'm in the living room
watching the watergate hearings
while my stepfather yells at my mother
launches a glass across the room
straight at her head
and i dash upstairs to take cover
lean in close to my little record player on the floor
so this is what the volume knob's for
i listen to dance music
dance music

okay so i'm seventeen years old
you're the last best thing i got going
but then the special secret sickness
starts to eat through you
what am i supposed to do?
no way of knowing
so i follow you down your twisting alleyways
find a few cul-de-sacs of my own
there's only one place this road ever ends up
and i don't wanna die alone
let me down, let me down, let me down gently
when the police come to get me
i'm listenin' to dance music
dance music

The 13th Asbath Celebration (Nokturnal Mortum)

The bitterness was born in a soul thrusting the Atame into sacrifice, the "Book Of Shadows" is opened, we're waiting for the full-moon's arrival - we're celebrating the thirteenth Asbath. I lift my eyes. I look at the moonrise, the Goddess of the night takes my gifts. You came to us through your immortality, attach us to the true craft. Give us the power, give us the great understanding. I draw the magic circle by my baton, and the skull of the deer on its top starts to light. Oh Moon, the great mother! Protectress of our destinies and secret intentions. Fly up and light our deeds by your limpid light. Thrust your sharp rays into the Earth. We're absorbing the full-moon power - this is the thirteenth Asbath. Let the blood of the sacrificed flow into your heart. The bowels in the priestess hands are filled with water - chaos that symbolizes the Moon and rules by it. Oh Moon, the great mother, we're absorbing your power - this is the thirteenth Asbath. ** our bodies we gash in the long-lasting dance, going around the circle repeatedly against the moving of the sun. The nature is singing and delighting - we're celebrating the thirteenth Asbath. Marble moon give us the power. Our bodies are stewing and poison draught is ready. Our circle is unbreakable, we're embraced by the only ecstasy. The wine runs through our veins and our joy is gifted to darkness. On the mountain tops, on the tops of the trees - everywhere you look is the Great our Mother - Moon.

I'm Your Late Night Evening Prostitute (Tom Waits)

Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute

So drink your martinis and stare at the moon
Don't mind me I'll continue to croon
Don't mind me if I get a bit loon
I'm your late night evening prostitute

And dance, have a good time
I'll continue to shine
Yes Dance, have a good time
Don't mind me if I slip upon a rhyme

Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute
I'm your late night evening prostitute

Take Me Home (Hrutka Robert Jamie Winchester)

The softest snow falls around me
But the deepest cold is in my heart
Loving eyes that trust completely
Loving hands to hold in mine
Everything I left behind me
We've grown so far apart

I built the walls that grew around me
Watered the thorns around my soul
Always looking in the wrong place
Searching for the way they say
Now I understand I need to
Find my way back home

I can feel a change is coming
Now my soul can sing and dance
Maybe now my life begins again
If you'll
give me a chance
I said

Take me home
From he cold
Take me home
Take me home

I hope the little ones forgive me
I pray the pain
won't last too long
Nothing I can say can make it
Seems like everything's ok
Now I understand I need to
Find my way back home

I can feel a changes is coming
Now my soul can sing and dance
Maybe now my life is begins again
If you'll give me a chance
I said

Take me home
From the cold
Take me home
Take me home

Very Well (Hrutka Robert Jamie Winchester)

Slack mouth and hungry eyes
And all the other trappings of a one-track mind
One look, and take me, I’m yours
My heart’s reacting but the blood in my head
Has gone down, down, down instead
Just wanna strap her on, and take her to hell
Stillcan’ttellhowshedoeswhatshedoesbutshedoeswhatshedoes
Very Well

Well she can take me for a freestyle ride on the train of pain
Watching with smiling eyes trought the golden rain
Walking up and down my spine for day
Giving all her love in a free way

Black boots, and silken things
Dancing in the window for the curious eyes
Leaving me trembling and weak
My private-dancer wraps her legs round my head
Slowly leads me down to eat
Just wanna strap her on, and take her to hell
Stillcan’ttellhowshedoeswhatshedoesbutshedoeswhatshedoes
Very Well

Well she can take me for a freestyle ride on the train of pain
Watching with smiling eyes trought the golden rain
Walking up and down my spine for day
Giving all her love in a free way
Well she could lead me on for miles and miles on my hands and knees
Making me scream for more, begging please
Maybe none of us are quite the way that we seem
Live a little life in a free way


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