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Out of Our Hands (1973)
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Open Sky

[No lyrics]

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Kings Of Kingdoms to all mankind
Gates of wisdom and truth
We believe that they find
and lead us through or make signs
We read none the wiser

Worlds of worlds
We were chosen the One
Precision operation to assist the population
A prophet would lead us
A nd give signs
We's read none the wiser

Young man of honour
With good faith in his brothers,
The chosen one
They were afraid he wouldn't return
He didn't know
None the wiser

The Master of Wisdom
Was taught by a King
Whom we would think of as a god
Both came from far away Catalina,
An island in the Sea of Stars

"Mother Earth will welcome you"
He said, "when you get there;"
"It's all planned,
Every minute of every hour
Your ship will be powered
By the Suns of the Universes
All the way across the Sea of Stars, Stars, Stars

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"Take good care of yourself, my son,
Remember never be afraid of anyone;
You've a long way to go,
It will be some time, before we see you again

Remember we love you
Aand we think you're doing the right thing
For your country

Your brother will miss you
He wishes he could go
I'll explain and try to make him understand

It's time to go, the ship is waiting
Climb aboard, it's time to say goodbye."

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A Man of Honour
A soulful brother
A soldier with long tangled hair,

Disliked by his masters
Because he is honest,
But loved by his lady fair

A Fortune Teller
So young but so wise,
A knight by day
His day in disguise.

Born to live in history books,
It's sad that he can't find his way.
Even then he wouldn't be any use
'Cause knights didn't live quite that way

He is a leader,
Lost in space,
Came at the wrong time,
He's out of the race.

You'll find him flying airoplanes,
You'll find him gone far out to sea;
You'll find him misplaced everywhere
A victim of Time's mystery.

A Man of Honour
Without armor,
And no place in history
A Soulful Brother, closer to truth
Than all his close friends can see.

He has a power
Which he must hide,
A Master of Wisdom,
B but only in rhyme.

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Mother Nature stands nearby,
Trying to please her king,
He sees her there, he knows the score
He knows the luck she'll bring.

Queen Bee giving all she has
For everyone she'll sing
A wounded bird, a wounded dog
A wounded crocadeercat.

Dressed in royal finery,
A feathered hat she wears,
In a crowd around her royal feet
Is a girl in quiet tears.

Strangers look through jealous eyes
At a woman with a ring;
She has her share of happiness
And all her children sing.

Mother Earth, a fountain ---
Likes statues of a thousand years
Mother Earth, a mountain
And still her shadow falls on you
She reigns when Sun is shining;
Protector of the City Heart
Source of all your dying.

Protector of the City Heart
Keeper of it's keys;
Dreams and pictures of the times,
Childhood's only friend.

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Sideward stepping
Acid eating
Architechs of Politics
Behind your hover with a glove of power.

Old and frail
Like a picture rail
With a fortune made, there hangs a tale
A Judge should witness if he had the hours

Mandatory beaurocracy
Fattened hog - like burly chassis
Lord and Master of the Working Classes

Eyeless seeing nothing new
Battle weary holding on
Like an old dog with a bone
He'll go on gnawing

Mismanagement, a mental garbage can;
Self punishment
The Lord of teeth and trousers
Back - stabbing rebel rousers.

Wino gourmet
Kipper fillet
Breakfast Boffin
Sending letters to his MP
Hoping someone will eat it.

Press those charges in the morning
You won't get a second warning
Hope you learned your lesson, my boy,
Beat it.

The Cardinal
A red-faced Desperate Dan
A second man the extra on a film set
The filler of his basket.

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"Raise your eyes, your not yet dead
Although your youthful head has changed.

Two summers gone, she counts the days
But coming like a wind, I see the way."

Although your youthful head has changed.

"Catalina's breath, it seems, is
Curling 'round my ears, is in your trees.
The more I love your greenest land,
The more I feel the need to go away."

"Giving all I could within reason,
Despite doubt the makers of my fate would cast"
Carpenters and paperhangers
Tradesmen through to royal shoemakers.

Leave them all behind (Noble they may be, they should be psychosync)
A clearer state of mind (A clearer state of mind)

"Having one to talk to
After losing everything I thought
Was all it should have been.

Grey-green eyes looked out upon a world
And saw my words were true
But fell in backward rhyme."

Like seagull's taking flight (Seagull's taking flight, flying low)
Birds could never know (Birds could never know).

. . .


Cold and grey Manhattan morning
Steals into the day
Shattered doors, newspaper torn
And blowin' down the street.

Somewhere in the city heights
A frightened siren screams
A truck rolls by and I just stand and watch
Locked in a dream

And I feel like I'm the only one
That knows how it feels to be this free

Walking by store windows
That reflect the neon flares
See my breathing turn to white clouds
As it hits the morning air.

I can hear the early subway train
Go rumbling' underground
A cop rides by on a horseback
Jesse James has just hit town.

And it feels like I'm the only one
That knows how it feels to be this free.

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When you stand in the crowd
But you feel you're there all alone
When your head tells you everything's fine and O.K.
But you're heart tells you no

When the lights are too bright
And take the warmth of the shadows away
When the night is too cold and there's nobody there
To hold on 'till the day.

And if the dreams we make
Just fall apart and break down
It's always you that comes
To help me when I'm down

You help me make it when there's no way out
You help me fake it when I need some help
You help me take it, take it to the end.

It's you that's gonna be with me when we all go home
It's you, you're gonna to me when we all go home
It's you, that's going to live for me when we all go home
it's you, that's going to be with me when we all go home
Come on you, you're gonna give to me when we all go home.

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