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She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
That Saturday night dark masquerade
Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Sam Space his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it
-he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of
Mr. Cairo
That night, the double crosser got it right
Pretending he was really dim
He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn)
He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun
They'd left a note to lead him on
The chase to find the Maltese Falcon-you bet-
Early thirties gangster movies
Set to spellbind population
From Chicago to Hong Kong
Via Istanbul the Talking Tong
Dirty rats thru' prohibition
Money flowed thru gangsterism
Acting out his fantasy
In Hollywoods vicinity
The best part for the best rendition
Al Capone he sent to prison
Citizen Kane came fast and quickly
Conquerin ol' New York City
Poking fun at superstition
Media became television
Give me Cagney anyday
Or Jimmy Stewart for President
Or Edward 'G' and all those guys
Who always shoot between the eyes
Between the eyes
Between the eyes
Father love do you work, do you work for Mother
Chances could call, and accept that, be no other
Science as it might, disappear correspond with colour
Chance is the fruit, will outlive, what is now the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father love do you work, do you work for Mother
Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other
Media Kings give us now give us total movie
Now being here, being now, being here believing
One on one to talk to you
Like film stars they get close to you
You've mirrored his appeal
He wants you so, he wants to be beside you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do
So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always see
The metting of true love and she
This silent night and I,
I guess a lonely mind might see
I've seen love on the screen
I've seen a screen goddesss and me-oh
How often this, how often, this the power of you
And so, I must confess
Whatever I see
I'm meant to be there with you
With you with you With you, with you
Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolour, long ago
My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than
my footprints
Stardom greats I've followed closely
Closer than the nearest heartbeat
Longer that expected-ther were great-
Oh love oh love just to see them
Acting on the silver screen, oh my
Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan
Fantasy would fill my life and I
Love fantasy so much
Did you see in the morning light
I really talked, yes I did, to Gods early dawning light
And I was privileged to be as I am to this day
To be with you. To be with you
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Made my escape just a few days ago
I don't wanna tell you how low you can go
Movin' on up get a job quickly
Somthin hit me I don't know wot it was
I wanna go back this (week)
I wanna go back this (week)
I wanna go back this (minute)
They said I was unruly
Better get a job
I really didn't understand the meaning of the word
I tried to get an understanding with the foreman boss
He simply put me down and said I wasn't
(To be trusted)
So I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back to school
I wanna go back to school
You might think I'm a crazy fool
I wanna go back to school
Man its safer in there
The world outside is so uncool
I need the money right now, I need the right job
The guys at work just needle me, they just can't
get enough
I telephoned my friend, he said "same with me"
So wot are we going to do in this unearthly factory
I don't understand, how I was pushed to the brink
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back to school
I wanna go back to school
I wanna go back to school
Man it's crazy out here in the 'outer' world
I wanna go back to school
So I'm sitting in the dark
In my bed the other night
Thinking about my teacher
Now wasn't she right
They said youd get a shock
Just like coming out of the womb
The world outside's enormous
There's only so much room
People kick and tear your brain
Life outside's insane
I wanna go back "HERE ME NOW"
I really tried to work so hard
They told me scrub the floor
They kicked me like a toy
Nailed me to the door
I wanna go back to school
I wanna hear it, hear it
Hear the golden rule
I wanna go back to school
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Outside of this inside of that
The memory lingers so right
Completely as that
We've loved a long time, be my friend, I need you
Inside of this and outside of that
There's so much more to finding out
How we forever simply feel the way the wayward-winds
that hide the storms at night
Like the winter came, it changed our lives
We were very merry to be there
Our love, get used to being this way
Our love, once again a story really true creates a sound
so good-That it's true
Outside of this
Inside of that
There are words that come with time
Like love songs they seem self written
So true, they seem so true
I work a moments time
And feel this is one of lifes mysteries
Bringing a smile
'Cos I know wot it does to you
So I'm trying to pass it thru
Trying for you
Countless variations of the memory the state
The mere emotion of getting round
Crazy understandings of the way we tilt the light
But it shines when we make the sound
Don't live by mistakes
We can dance to your tune
But there's this whole understanding
And it's coming I guess-I know-
I hope that you can get into this
To this
I was there and then and then
You were there and then and then
We were there the beginning of time
I was there and then and then
You were there and then and then
We were there the beginning of time
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State of life-may I live-may I love
Coming out the sky, I name me a name
Coming out-silver word-what it is
It is the very nature of the sound the game
Siamese, Indionese. To Tibet treat the life
As a game, if you please
Coming up-Carabi-this sense of freedom
Derives from a medative State
Movin' on, 'believe' that's it, call it magic
Third world, it is, I only guessed it
Shablam idi Shablam ida
Shablam idi Shablam ida
Shablam idi Shablam ida
Shot to the soul-the flame of Oroladin
The essence of the word
The 'State Of Independance'
Sounds like a signal from you
Bring me to meet your sound
And I will bring to you my heart
Love like a signal you call
Touching my body my soul
Bring to me, you to meet me here
Home be the temple of your heart
Home be the body of your love
Just like Holy water to my lips
Yes I do know how I survive
(Yes I do know) know why I'm alive
To love and be with you
Day by day by day by day
Say-Aye yaya oh
'Be the sound of higher love' today
Time, time again, it is said
We will hear, we will see
See it all-in his wisdom-hear
His truth will abound the land
This truth will abound the land
This State of independance shall be
This State of independance shall be
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I have seen the compass turning
Round and round my heart
The senses are yearning
For a possible change of heart
That is coming to you
Coming to you
You stand upright
You are different
Why the spinal shock, the fusion, the evil
Spill it out on the floor of belief
Come and mend this design
Come and mend this design
With every right we do
I have seen the sun, this sounds crazy
The story 'bout boy in the rain
He was standing waiting for for the light
As though he did have a reason to know
Did he really know?
His eyes were open, they expected someone
In his heart he felt the compass was turned on
I will echo Ho! for the reasons that change me
Every thought though it takes so long
Is mastered with every plan
It would seem there's no end
To the bad or the goodness in man
So my friend it seems the weariest night
Just leads to a heavenly dawn
Should we see so much in every time we sigh?
Even this we could call music
As that would match my body connection
Let me take your hand
I will be beside you
Beside
He took so much a lot of my mind
I can't help believing what is sublime
Is this fate again and again?
Yes
Am I taught to love above every reason
Everyone, every season?
The compass will turn and turn again
Turn again
And turn again
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The Sea like The Sea
The Wind like The Wind
The Stars in the Sky
The Sea like The Sea
The moon like The Moon
The Stars in The Sky
The Sea like The Sea
The Moon like The Moon
The Stars in the Sky
In the wind-on the ship-a lullaby
We sailing pass the moment of time
We sailing 'round the point
The kindly light
The kindly light
We go sailing thru' the waters of the summers end
Long ago, search for land
Looking to and fro,
We searching in the day
We searching in the night
We looking everywhere for land a helping hand
For there is hope if truth be there
How much more will we share
We pilgrims of the sea
Looking for a home-
In 1620, The Mayflower sailed from Plymouth westward,
Carrying the Pilgrims in search of a new land
In Star date 27X, year, minute 33, location earth, 16 degrees
polar star west
The Mayflower was launched into space
In search of a new land.
Stars in The Sky
Shining so bright
Looking for light
On this Earth
On this Earth
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You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
I'll say I can't tell you when
But if my spirit is lost
How will I find what is near
Don't question I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home
My sun shall rise in the east
So shall my heart be at peace
And if you're asking me when
I'll say it starts at the end
You know your will to be free
Is matched with love secretly
And talk will alter your prayer
Somehow you'll find you are there
Your friend is close by your side
And speaks in far ancient tongue
A season's wish will come true
All seasons begin with you
One world we all come from
One world we melt into one
Just hold my hand and we're there
Somehow we're going somewhere
Somehow we're going somewhere
You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
I'll say I can't tell you when
But if my spirit is strong
I know it can't be long
No questions I'm not alone
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
Somehow I'll find my way home
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State of life-may I live-may I love
Coming out the sky, I name me a name
Coming out-silver word-what it is
It is the very nature of the sound the game
Siamese, Indionese. To Tibet treat the life
As a game, if you please
Coming up-Carabi-this sense of freedom
Derives from a medative State
Movin' on, 'believe' that's it, call it magic
Third world, it is, I only guessed it
Shablam idi Shablam ida
Shablam idi Shablam ida
Shablam idi Shablam ida
Shot to the soul-the flame of Oroladin
The essence of the word
The 'State Of Independance'
Sounds like a signal from you
Bring me to meet your sound
And I will bring to you my heart
Love like a signal you call
Touching my body my soul
Bring to me, you to meet me here
Home be the temple of your heart
Home be the body of your love
Just like Holy water to my lips
Yes I do know how I survive
(Yes I do know) know why I'm alive
To love and be with you
Day by day by day by day
Say-Aye yaya oh
'Be the sound of higher love' today
Time, time again, it is said
We will hear, we will see
See it all-in his wisdom-hear
His truth will abound the land
This truth will abound the land
This State of independance shall be
This State of independance shall be
. . .
|
|
I have seen the compass turning
Round and round my heart
The senses are yearning
For a possible change of heart
That is coming to you
Coming to you
You stand upright
You are different
Why the spinal shock, the fusion, the evil
Spill it out on the floor of belief
Come and mend this design
Come and mend this design
With every right we do
I have seen the sun, this sounds crazy
The story 'bout boy in the rain
He was standing waiting for for the light
As though he did have a reason to know
Did he really know?
His eyes were open, they expected someone
In his heart he felt the compass was turned on
I will echo Ho! for the reasons that change me
Every thought though it takes so long
Is mastered with every plan
It would seem there's no end
To the bad or the goodness in man
So my friend it seems the weariest night
Just leads to a heavenly dawn
Should we see so much in every time we sigh?
Even this we could call music
As that would match my body connection
Let me take your hand
I will be beside you
Beside
He took so much a lot of my mind
I can't help believing what is sublime
Is this fate again and again?
Yes
Am I taught to love above every reason
Everyone, every season?
The compass will turn and turn again
Turn again
And turn again
. . .
|
|
The Sea like The Sea
The Wind like The Wind
The Stars in the Sky
The Sea like The Sea
The moon like The Moon
The Stars in The Sky
The Sea like The Sea
The Moon like The Moon
The Stars in the Sky
In the wind-on the ship-a lullaby
We sailing pass the moment of time
We sailing 'round the point
The kindly light
The kindly light
We go sailing thru' the waters of the summers end
Long ago, search for land
Looking to and fro,
We searching in the day
We searching in the night
We looking everywhere for land a helping hand
For there is hope if truth be there
How much more will we share
We pilgrims of the sea
Looking for a home-
In 1620, The Mayflower sailed from Plymouth westward,
Carrying the Pilgrims in search of a new land
In Star date 27X, year, minute 33, location earth, 16 degrees
polar star west
The Mayflower was launched into space
In search of a new land.
Stars in The Sky
Shining so bright
Looking for light
On this Earth
On this Earth
. . .
|
|
She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
That Saturday night dark masquerade
Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Sam Space his buddy Archer first to go he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it
-he dead
Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead
His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of
Mr. Cairo
That night, the double crosser got it right
Pretending he was really dim
He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn)
He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun
They'd left a note to lead him on
The chase to find the Maltese Falcon-you bet-
Early thirties gangster movies
Set to spellbind population
From Chicago to Hong Kong
Via Istanbul the Talking Tong
Dirty rats thru' prohibition
Money flowed thru gangsterism
Acting out his fantasy
In Hollywoods vicinity
The best part for the best rendition
Al Capone he sent to prison
Citizen Kane came fast and quickly
Conquerin ol' New York City
Poking fun at superstition
Media became television
Give me Cagney anyday
Or Jimmy Stewart for President
Or Edward 'G' and all those guys
Who always shoot between the eyes
Between the eyes
Between the eyes
Father love do you work, do you work for Mother
Chances could call, and accept that, be no other
Science as it might, disappear correspond with colour
Chance is the fruit, will outlive, what is now the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father love do you work, do you work for Mother
Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other
Media Kings give us now give us total movie
Now being here, being now, being here believing
One on one to talk to you
Like film stars they get close to you
You've mirrored his appeal
He wants you so, he wants to be beside you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do
So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always see
The metting of true love and she
This silent night and I,
I guess a lonely mind might see
I've seen love on the screen
I've seen a screen goddesss and me-oh
How often this, how often, this the power of you
And so, I must confess
Whatever I see
I'm meant to be there with you
With you with you With you, with you
Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolour, long ago
My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than
my footprints
Stardom greats I've followed closely
Closer than the nearest heartbeat
Longer that expected-ther were great-
Oh love oh love just to see them
Acting on the silver screen, oh my
Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan
Fantasy would fill my life and I
Love fantasy so much
Did you see in the morning light
I really talked, yes I did, to Gods early dawning light
And I was privileged to be as I am to this day
To be with you. To be with you
. . .
|
|
Made my escape just a few days ago
I don't wanna tell you how low you can go
Movin' on up get a job quickly
Somthin hit me I don't know wot it was
I wanna go back this (week)
I wanna go back this (week)
I wanna go back this (minute)
They said I was unruly
Better get a job
I really didn't understand the meaning of the word
I tried to get an understanding with the foreman boss
He simply put me down and said I wasn't
(To be trusted)
So I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back to school
I wanna go back to school
You might think I'm a crazy fool
I wanna go back to school
Man its safer in there
The world outside is so uncool
I need the money right now, I need the right job
The guys at work just needle me, they just can't
get enough
I telephoned my friend, he said "same with me"
So wot are we going to do in this unearthly factory
I don't understand, how I was pushed to the brink
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back
I wanna go back to school
I wanna go back to school
I wanna go back to school
Man it's crazy out here in the 'outer' world
I wanna go back to school
So I'm sitting in the dark
In my bed the other night
Thinking about my teacher
Now wasn't she right
They said youd get a shock
Just like coming out of the womb
The world outside's enormous
There's only so much room
People kick and tear your brain
Life outside's insane
I wanna go back "HERE ME NOW"
I really tried to work so hard
They told me scrub the floor
They kicked me like a toy
Nailed me to the door
I wanna go back to school
I wanna hear it, hear it
Hear the golden rule
I wanna go back to school
. . .
|
|
Outside of this inside of that
The memory lingers so right
Completely as that
We've loved a long time, be my friend, I need you
Inside of this and outside of that
There's so much more to finding out
How we forever simply feel the way the wayward-winds
that hide the storms at night
Like the winter came, it changed our lives
We were very merry to be there
Our love, get used to being this way
Our love, once again a story really true creates a sound
so good-That it's true
Outside of this
Inside of that
There are words that come with time
Like love songs they seem self written
So true, they seem so true
I work a moments time
And feel this is one of lifes mysteries
Bringing a smile
'Cos I know wot it does to you
So I'm trying to pass it thru
Trying for you
Countless variations of the memory the state
The mere emotion of getting round
Crazy understandings of the way we tilt the light
But it shines when we make the sound
Don't live by mistakes
We can dance to your tune
But there's this whole understanding
And it's coming I guess-I know-
I hope that you can get into this
To this
I was there and then and then
You were there and then and then
We were there the beginning of time
I was there and then and then
You were there and then and then
We were there the beginning of time
. . .
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