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Pistols at Dawn
13:57
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Pistols at Dawn lyrics:
Don't think that you've got me fooled for a minute.
Don't think that you've got it all sussed out.
Don't say, as you turn away,
I'm going to rue the day I kept at bay
A gnawing doubt.
Don't tell me the hours bleed into minutes.
Don't tell anybody else you're here.
Don't look in the other book,
You'll see the words I took out of your mouth
Into my ear.
Fear her riddle as she learns,
The memory goes on and on and on.
Hear me fiddle as she burns,
The melody goes on and on and on and on.
Don't wait for an answer, there's nothing in it.
Look close, for you bear the mark of Cain.
Don't hope that you'll ever cope,
You'll never find the scope to free your mind
And cleanse your brain.
Don't think that you've got me fooled for a minute.
Don't think that you've got it all sussed out.
Don't say, as you turn away,
I'm going to rue the day I kept at bay
A gnawing doubt.
Born to a mystery, hoping for it to unfold:
Awaited it.
Look in our history for a future not yet sold:
Located it.
Merely the memories of it make the blood run cold:
I've rated it.
Caught in a temporary hold before the joke gets old.
Close your eyes and then count to ten,
Then open them and I'll be ready.
My disguise, as the judge of men,
Is nothing short of ordinary.
Poisoned lies, from a poisoned pen,
I feel is revolutionary.
Take the prize and remember when
You knew me as your adversary.
Don't enter the contest, you'll never win it.
Don't beat a retreat from all you love.
Don't cry as you wonder why
They never glorify the iron hand
In velvet glove.
Fear her riddle as she learns,
The memory goes on and on and on.
Hear me fiddle as she burns,
The melody goes on and on and on and on.
It's nature versus nurture versus Nietzsche.
(c) 2015 The Home Guard
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Life Goes On
10:41
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Life Goes On lyrics:
One day, once upon a time, drifting in and out of thin air,
Ideas shot down in their prime – we really didn't have a prayer!
We burn the midnight oil as we come to life,
Inherit a crown of thorns and a heart of oak,
A silken cloak you adorn.
We're spoiling for a fight,
Because (or despite) our life goes on.
It was roses all the way, and always in the fullness of time
You're expected to obey: a punishment befitting the crime.
It's always a golden boy with a silver tongue
Engulfed in another ploy, though he'll run before the battle's won.
On the brink of a lover's touch,
Do you think that another such is healthy?
Don't tell me that life goes on.
On the brink of a lover's scorn,
Do you think that another dawn is healthy?
Don't tell me that life goes on.
One day, once upon a time, drifting in and out of thin air,
Ideas shot down in their prime – we really didn't have a prayer!
We burn the midnight oil as we come to life,
Inherit a crown of thorns and a heart of oak,
A silken cloak.
On the brink of a lover's touch,
Do you think that another such is healthy?
Don't tell me that life goes on.
On the brink of a lover's scorn,
Do you think that another dawn is healthy?
Don't tell me that life goes on.
It begins:
My muscles jerk, and I shake
And shiver as my lungs ache
With every breath that I take.
Then it ends:
My eyelids flicker, you start
To ridicule a fine art
And claim a stake in my heart.
It begins just as quick as it ends.
It begins just as quick as it ends.
It was roses all the way, and always in the fullness of time
You're expected to obey: a punishment befitting the crime.
It's always a golden boy with a silver tongue
Engulfed in another ploy, though he'll run before the battle's won,
And we're all –
All spoiling for a fight,
Because (or despite) our life goes on.
Golden promise, golden lyre,
Trying not to set the Nene on fire.
Going nowhere thick and fast,
Come and nail your colours to the mast.
And when the party's over, we go outside
Just as the dawn is breaking.
And with your heart now open, I slip inside
In time to feel its aching,
And it goes on and it goes on and it goes on –
Until they play our song.
On the brink of a lover's touch,
Do you think that another such is healthy?
Don't tell me that life goes on.
On the brink of a lover's scorn,
Do you think that another dawn is healthy?
Don't tell me that life goes on.
(c) 2015 The Home Guard
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Divide and Rule
10:46
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Divide and Rule lyrics:
Spread the fire or fan the flames,
Bend the rules and play their games
Of quiet illusion, dark delusion.
Left to chase the wild geese,
You're the villain of the piece
So, in the spirit, time to clear it now.
I'm tired of only being hired to bring you down!
Down and deeper down you drag me down
Till they grab me round to divide and rule.
Round and quicker round you spin me round
Till they bring me down to divide and rule.
Celebrate our great escape,
Orchestrate the plans to shape
Our sole survival, old revival.
Left to chase the same old scene,
Ordered to the guillotine.
Admire the décor, let the blade fall now.
I'm through with only being used to bring you down!
Down and deeper down you drag me down
Till they grab me round to divide and rule.
Round and quicker round you spin me round
Till they bring me down to divide and rule.
Gone to ground in a low-lit room
With the scent of wine that becomes a tomb,
And a secret passed down from son to son
That will die with me when the day is done
In the end.
Spread the fire or fan the flames,
Bend the rules and play their games
Of quiet illusion, dark delusion.
Left to chase the wild geese,
You're the villain of the piece
So, in the spirit, time to clear it now.
I'm tired of only being hired to bring you down!
There comes a time in every man's life
When other men must suffer for his art.
And so he tries, until he dies,
To recognise the genius at last –
A magic formula.
Down and deeper down you drag me down
Till they grab me round to divide and rule.
Round and quicker round you spin me round
Till they bring me down to divide and rule.
Down and deeper down you drag me down
Till they grab me round to divide and rule.
Round and quicker round you spin me round
Till they bring me down to divide and rule.
Gone to ground in a low-lit room
With the scent of wine that becomes a tomb,
And a secret passed down from son to son
That will die with me when the day is done
In the end.
(c) 2015 The Home Guard
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Somewhere Out There
12:59
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Somewhere Out There lyrics:
Raised to the purple, totally green,
With a yellow streak and mean.
Is it a memory? Or is it a dream?
Maybe something in between?
As the summer wind hums a happy tune
With the birds in unison,
And you whisper softly, “My lover, stay alive,
See the battle is won!”
Somewhere out there,
There's a mountain yet to climb.
Somewhere out there,
There's a doubt in every mind.
Somewhere out there.
Then the autumn wind hums a happy tune
With the birds in unison,
And you whisper, “Somewhere, my lover must survive,
Pray this day is done!”
Somewhere out there,
There's a mountain yet to climb.
Somewhere out there,
There's a doubt in every mind.
Somewhere out there.
As we move through the debris
We hear whispers and screams from above,
And I'm left with my theory
That I'll never again find my love.
Feeling weary and wary,
I can see just ahead a white dove
And a lone legionary,
With a message he holds in his glove.
Run with the hare without a reason,
Hunt with the hounds without a care,
Kill out of spite and out of season.
Is it fate? Is it fake? Is it fair?
Raised to the purple, totally green,
With a yellow streak and mean.
Is it a memory? Or is it a dream?
Maybe something in between?
As the winter wind hums an elegy,
And the birds, their wings have spread,
And you whisper softly, “How can I stay alive
Now my love is dead?”
Somewhere out there,
There's a mountain yet to climb.
Somewhere out there,
There's a doubt in every mind.
Somewhere out there.
(c) 2015 The Home Guard
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