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Moonchild
(King Crimson)
Words
(Neil Young)
Angie
(The Roling Stones)
Hyper-ballad
(Bjork)
Annie-dog
(The Smashing Pumpkins)
The Man Who Sold The World
(David Bowie)
Dumb
(Garbage)
Everybody Hurts
(R.E.M)
Riders on the storm
(The Doors)
Raining in Baltimore
(The Cowntong Crows)
Circus
(Lenny Kravitz)
Dumb
(Nirvana)
Creep
(Radiohead)
Lucky
(Radiohead)
Language
(Suzanne Vega)
I Talk to the Wind
(King Crimson)






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Moonchild
by Peter Sinfield
(King Crimson-
In The Court Of The Crimson King)

Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
of the willow.

Talking to the trees of the
cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain.

She's a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden.
Lovely moonchild
Drifting on the echoes of the hours.

Sailing on the wind
in a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
with the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child.

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Words (Between The Lines Of Age)
Neil Young (Harvest)

Someone and someone were down by the pond
Looking for something to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
They're bringing me presents and saying hello.

Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.

If I was a junkman selling you cars,
Washing your windows and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind was my own in a dream
What would you wonder and how would it seem?
Living in castles a bit at a time
The King started laughing and talking in rhyme.

Singing words, words between the lines of age.
Words, words between the lines of age.

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Angie
M. Jagger/K. Richards
(The Roling Stones)

Angie, Angie, when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried
Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said good-bye?
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Ev'rywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on Baby, dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried

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Annie-Dog
By Billy Corgan
(The Smashing Pumpkins)

amphetamine annie-dog
has her leash and a face
her velvet spleen
her shackle spine
her dimond curse
it comes with mine

a vessel she
for violent I
confession arms a wake
mine, mine you were always mine
possessed by my taste

and below the angel dog
combs her hair
and sings her psalms
the bombs go off
she doesn't notice
it all goes wrong
she sets things tragic
she is venus
she is mars
she's electric
and the struggle of

upon my face we leave no trace
but in her stomach mercury aged
she holds the blood
she carves the knives
she digs the wives in our babies

amphetamine annie-dog
pulls her trash
and her stories
from place to place
and bed to bed
gives of herself and the magnet head

another floor another ceiling
counting stairs with double meanings

is it wrong to be swallowed whole
to disappear in her
to give her the priceless peace
of giving up control

we tumble out into the streets
and annie-dog she drags her leash
pretty face
ugly mouth
bitter bred
and so released

and by the no
and by the yes
annie goes if you couldn't guess
a simple man
a sycophant
her elephant with the laughing call
she wants clean sheets
and fresh flowers
and dental shots
and the hong kong glue

amphetamine annie-dog
has her leash and a face

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The Man Who Sold The World
By David Bowie
(I prefer Nirvana's version of the song)

We passed upon the stair,
we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there,
he said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone,a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand,
and made my way back home
I searched for form and land,
for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare
at all the millions here
We must have died along,
a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

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Dumb
Garbage

I never claimed to be your saviour
I said I had a dirty mouth
Stop analyzing my behaviour
If you're too dumb to work it out
I've got to keep myself together
You know I hate to disappoint
A masochistic lamb to slaughter
Maybe you miss the point?

I'm feeling small
I'm climbing the walls
I don't let it show

Chorus:
Now that you know
What you know
I bet you wish you could let it go
You'll never come
Sucking your thumb
Better off dumb

Maybe I could write a letter
To help me with my self esteem
You should get to know me better
No one's ever what they seem

I'm feeling small
I'm climbing the walls
I don't let it show

(Chorus)

You still don't know what you think of me
You still don't know what to make of me
You still don't know what you see in me
You still don't know what you think I mean

(Chorus x2)

You still don't know what you think of me.
You still don't know what you need from me
You still don't know what you think you mean
You still don't know what you think you mean
You still don't know what you think of me.

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Everybody Hurts

R.E.M

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.

Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on.
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)

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Riders on the storm
The Doors

Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born,
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, An actor out alone,
Riders on the storm
There's a killer on the road,
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday,
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride,Sweet memory will die Killer on the road,
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand,
Make him understand
The world on you depends, Our life will never end
Gotta love your man,
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born,
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone, An actor out alone
Riders on the storm,
Riders on the storm

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Raining in Baltimore
The Cowntong Crows

This circus is falling down on its knees
The big top is crumbling down
It's raining in Baltimore fifty miles east
Where you should be, no one's around
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I don't have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way
I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sunburn
I need a raincoat
And I get no answers
And I don't get no change
It's raining in Baltimore,
But everything else is the same
There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
But what would you change if you could?
I need a phone call Maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight train If I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Because I'm lonely for the big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar
I think it's time to put the top down
I need a phone call
I need a raincoat

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Circus
Lenny Kravitz

One day while I was searching
For what I’ll never find
She walked into my story
Said she could change my mind
This is the final offer
She said to make it quick
Don’t lose out on this wonder
So I had to place my bet

Welcome to the picture show
Watching your life
Never know which way to go
It might not be right
So you better be strong

What kind of circus is this ?
What kind of fools are we ?
When is the final curtain ?
What can I do to set me free ?

Welcome to the real world
You better be strong
Never know which way to go
It might end up wrong
So you better be strong

Too many games we have to play
They always change the rules
You and me just trying to get along
What can I do ?
Got to be strong

She walked into my daydream
She told me how it had to be

Welcome to the picture show
Watching your life
Never know which way to go
It might not be right

Welcome to the real world
You got to be strong
Never know which way to go
It might end up wrong Yeah yeah

Welcome to the picture show
It might end up wrong
So you better be strong
You got to be strong
You better be strong.

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Dumb

Nirvana

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
or maybe just happy
Think I'm just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And I have a hangover...

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

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Creep
Radiohead

When you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I 'm a creep, I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I want to have control
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

She's running out again
She's running out...

Run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special...

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Lucky
Radiohead

I'm on a roll,
I'm on a roll this time,
I feel my luck could change.
Kill me sarah
Kill me again with love.
It's gonna be a glorious day.

Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out of the lake,
Cause I'm your superhero
we are standing on the edge

the head of state has called for me by name
but i don't have time for him
It's gonna be a glorious day
I feel my luck could change

Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out of the lake
I'm your superhero
we are standing on the edge

we are standing on the edge...

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Language
Suzanne Vega

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

These words are too solid
They don't move fast enough
To catch the blur in the brain
That flies by and is gone
Gone

I'd like to meet you
In a timeless, placeless place
Somewhere out of context
And beyond all consequences

Let's go back to the building
(Words are too solid)
On Little West Twelfth
It is not far away
(They don't move fast enough)
And the river is there
And the sun and the spaces
Are all laying low
(To catch the blur in the brain)
And we'll sit in the silence
(That flies by and is)
That comes rushing in and is
Gone (Gone)

I won't use words again
They don't mean what I meant
They don't say what I said
They're just the crust of the meaning
With realms underneath
Never touched
Never stirred
Never even moved through

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

And is gone

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Hyper-ballad
Bjork

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It's become a habit
A way to start the day

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

It's real early morning
No-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

Safe up ( here with you ) ...

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I Talk to the Wind
by Peter Sinfield
(King Crimson)

Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.

You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

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