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Name	Song Name
Chameleons UK	As High as You Can Go
Reed, Lou	Into the Divine
Smiths / The	The Hand that rocks the cradle
Tennyson, Lord Alfred	Crossing the Bar

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Poetry & Song Lyrics _______________________________________________________________________

The Alarm

The Chameleons Uk - Mark Burgess - As High as you can go - Script of the Bridge

Out of June Boys
Out of tune boys
Signposts to the sun

Single file boys
Single file boys
Signposts to the sun

As high as you can go
Lennons and Monroes
Claw their way to the stars

As high as you can go
Lennons and Monroes
Claw their way to the stars

And If they knew
And I don't care who you are
Just sign the line and away you fly

Unexpectedly rejected
Safety for the few
Same excuses resurrected
None of them are true

As high as you can go
Lennons and Monroes
Claw their way to the stars

As high as you can go
Lennons and Monroes
Claw their way to the stars

If they only knew
No I don't care who you are
Just sign the line and away you fly

Take a chance
Join the dance
Make the sound

Take a chance
Join the dance
Or go to ground.
No I don't care who you are
Sign the line and away you fly

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Clan of Xymox - Medusa

FINALLY
I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHTS IN YOUR EYES
AND NOW

I AM GLORYFING MY TRAGIC DESTINY
DREAMS CAN BE WHOLESOME FOR ME
LIFE IS A TORMENTED DREAM FOR ME

MESMERIZE ME, ENCHANT ME
MESMERIZE WITH YOUR EYES, NOW

ENCHANT ME, HYPNOTIZE ME
ENCHANT ME, MESMERIZE ME
ENCHANT ME, HYPNOTIZE ME

I FOUND THE LIES IN YOUR WORDS
AND NOW

I AM GLORYFING MY TRAGIC DESTINY
DREAMS CAN BE HARD AND MEAN
I STILL WONDER IF YOU ARE AWARE OF THIS
DREAMS CAN BE HARD AND MEAN
LIFE IS A TORMENTED TIME, NOW
MEDUSA MEDUSA
MEDUSA
ENCHANT ME, MESMERIZE ME
ENCHANT ME, MESMERIZE ME
ENCHANT ME, HYPNOTIZE ME
ENCHANT ME, MESMORIZE ME

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The Police - Darkness - 1981 - Ghost in the Machine

I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat
I don't see any flaws 'til I get to my feet
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring

I could make a mark if it weren't so dark
I could be replaced by any bright spark
But darkness makes me fumble
For a key, to a door that's wide open

Instead of worrying about my clothes
I could be someone that nobody knows
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring

I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat
I don't see any flaws 'til I get to my feet
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring

Reed, Lou - Into the Divine

I think you're oh so beautiful
I think you're so kind
And I think I would miss you
if you disappear into the divine

And I think of an apple core
when you start thinking of god
And I know I would miss you
if you disappear into the divine

And I think you're so beautiful
as beautiful as the blackened space and stars
But all I see is a coreless seed
when you cry for a god who's not there
And I think you're so beautiful
and I see you as a sun
That shines out through these galaxies
shimmering and warm, ah
And I think you're so beautiful, oh-oh-ah-huh
if there's one thing I believe at all
It's how much I would miss you
if you disappear into the divine

It's how much I would miss you
if you disappear into the divine
It's how much I would miss you
if you disappear into the divine
How much, how much
how much, how much
How much, how much
how much, how-how-how-how much
If you disappear into the
How much, how much
(how much), hey-hey-hey-hey
.... How much

Reed, Lou - Whats Good

Life's like a mayonnaise soda
and life's like space without room
And life's like bacon and ice cream
that's what life's like without you
Life's like forever becoming, but -
- life's forever dealing in hurt
Now life's like death without living
that's what life's like without you
Life's like Sanskrit read to a pony
I see you in my mind's eye strangling on your tongue
What good is knowing such devotion
I've been around, huh, I know what makes things run
What good is seeing eye chocolate
what good's a computerized nose
And what good was cancer in April
why no good, no good at all
What good's a war without killing
what good is rain that falls up
What good's a disease that won't hurt you
why no good, I guess, no good at all
What good are these thoughts that I'm thinking
It must be better, huh, not to be thinking at all
A styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete
no not much, not much at all
What good is life without living
what good's this lion that barks
You loved a life others throw away nightly
it's not fair, huh, not fair at all
What's good
oh baby, what's good
What's good
what's good, not much at all
Hey baby, what's good (what's good)
What's good (what's good)
what's good (what's good), not much at all
What's good (what's good)
what's good (life's good)
Life's good (life's good)
what's good (life's good), but not fair at all

Lou Reed - Warrior King - Magic and Loss

I wish I was the warrior king
in every language that I speak
Lord over all that I survey
and all that I see I keep

Power omnipresent
undiminished uncontrolled
With a message violent fury
at the center of my soul

I wish I was a warrior king
inscrutable benign
With a faceless charging power
always at my command

Footsteps so heavy that the world shakes
my rage instilling fear, ah-huh
Yet cautious firm but fair and good
the perfect warrior king

I wish I installed angels
in every subject's house
Agents of my goodness
no one would be without

A steak on every plate
a car for every house
And if you ever crossed me
I'd have your eyes put out

You don't exist without me
without me you don't exist
And if logic won't convince you
then there's always this

I'm bigger, smarter, stronger, tough
yet sensitive and kind
And though I could crush you like a bug
it would never cross my mind

It wouldn't cross my mind to break your neck
or rip out your vicious tongue
It wouldn't cross my mind to snap your leg like a twig
or squash you like some slug

You are a violent messenger
and I'm not above your taunts
And if you hit me, you know I'll kill you
because I'm the warrior king

The Smiths - Morrissey - The Hand That Rocks the Cradle - 1984

Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother ...
As long ... as long ... as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long ... as long ... as long as ... as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh ...

Tennyson, Lord Alfred - Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.