1. |
They Shall Not Pass
05:51
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1. They Shall Not Pass
Got my ticket to the riot
It’s time to make a stand
I don’t like it – it’s too quiet
In my restless native land
I’ve got some reservations
I’ve got a lot of doubt
I’ve got my invitation
But all I want is… out
We seek redemption
In a line of minor thirds
An anthem as we raise our banners high
To fight the tyrants
In a senseless war of words
We raise the red and black flag to the sky
Our bitter foes’
Unholy mass
The dogs of war
They shall not pass
They burn the books
They cut the line
They shut the door
And close their minds
Do not be afraid
In the Night of Broken Glass
Build up the barricade
They shall not pass
Got a scripture for the rapture
A rupture of the mind
A rotten exegesis
I cannot get behind
The suckers and the losers
With the angels on their side
Follow ayatollahs
To useless suicide
We seek transcendence
Addicted to the sound
Those sweet endorphins take us high
Hymns of revolution
Lift us from the ground
And we raise the red and black flag to the sky
The open book
The open line
The open door
The open mind
The open road
Is here at last
The dogs of war
They shall not pass
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2. |
Mountain of the Soul
05:43
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Mountain of the Soul
We travel the road of excess
In search of a sure fire system
To the palace on the next Express
The palace of dubious wisdom
There are millions of men with delusions
Who see just what they want to see
Happy to live with illusions
With a cast-iron guarantee
We’re out of the swamps and the lowlands
We’re out of the rain and the mud
With a map that was made by a madman
With a short-cut scribbled in blood
This mountain may go on forever
Though we seem to be on the right track
But every time that we take a step forward
We seem to take two paces back
Ten for the laws that are carved in stone
Nine for miraculous oracle bones
Eight for the folds in the saffron robe
Seven for the sounds of the holy mode
Six for the strings of the penitents whip
Five fingers, ears, nose, eyes and lip
Four elements to be dismissed
Three little words for “No, not this”
Two forces struggle for control
The yin, the yang, the hot and cold
One way up
The mountain of the soul
There’s nothing there beyond your goal
Your holy book it smells of mould
No way up
The mountain of the soul
This mountain was once on the seabed
And the shipwrecks went down in the foam
Until the ridiculous pressure
Turned all the sailors to stone
Now each is the ghost of a pilgrim
With a Saint James seashell sign
Each dragging the weight of an anchor
Up the glacial incline
Chorus
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3. |
Highway out of Babylon
05:27
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3. The Highway Out of Babylon
After the Age of Rain
After the dark night's gone
After the maelstrom
After the neutron bomb
After the fireball
After The Fall
After the Iron Crown
After the concrete walls
Have crumbled to the ground
After the Age of Plague
After the crown of thorns
After The Deluge
After the desert storm
After the Third World War
After The Law
After the world went down
After the iron claws
Have scrabbled in the ground
There by the waters where we wept
Our bitter tears as reason slept
Now on an island far from grief
We cast aside all false belief
After the God of War
After the Empire's done
After the whirlwind
After Leviathan
After the iron door
Is called for no more
After the Father's frown
After the Golden Calf
Is melted down
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4. Civilization Is Like An Aeroplane
(After T. Fulano)
Civilization is like an aeroplane
We are staring at the abyss
From a double-glazed window pane
Sitting in our rows
We must do what we are told
In our padded chairs
Breathing second-hand air
Civilization caters for all our needs
We are travelling over chasms
At a terrifying speed
Death in every scene
On the video screen
Muzak sets the mood
There are chemicals in the food
There are madmen in the cabin
Who claim that they have been re-born
The pilot tells us not to panic
As we head towards the storm
Civilization means we’re all observed
We are waiting at the airport
In a theatre of the absurd
Half a lake of fuel
For the tourist and the mule
The Zionist berserker
And the joker in a burkha
This is your pilot
In need of a physician
I’ve been drinking all night long
Please adopt the brace position
This is a hi-jack
We are on a mission
On a mumbo-jumbo missile
Heading straight towards perdition
Civilization, where businessmen succeed
The in-flight entertainment
Is the Politics of Greed
There is just a curtain
‘Twixt the doubtful and dead certain
We must wave goodbye
To the juggernaut in the sky
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5. Rally ‘Round The Black Flag
When the thunderbolt has fallen through the windowpane
When the blunderbuss is rampant in the House of Pain
When you're naked in the hallway with a naked flame
When you've signed a sucker's contract with the Kings of Shame
When the symbols all have fallen into mythic space
When the silver trumpet trumpets out your fall from grace
When the Maker cannot keep it up or keep the pace
With the crazy pagans of the god-damned human race
With the armies of the barmy marching through the night
Those who trample on the shrapnel of your human rights
When the weasels with the weapons want to take a bite
When the generals are urging all the idiots to fight
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6. |
St.Flavian's Day
04:22
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6. St. Flavian’s Day
Swallows fly the leaden sky
The fall begins
Before the storms go rushing by
The harvest gathered in
Sweet bird, one day
You’ll fly away
On St. Flavian’s Day
You’ll sail away
Do not fade away
Fires aglow and outside the snow
Lays its blanket down
Twilight grows, the moonlight shows
On the frozen ground
Sweet girl, one day
We’ll skate away
On St. Flavian’s Day
We’ll melt away
Do not fade away
You do not believe
That these words could possibly be
Meant intentionally for you
But I cannot give you more
Than some poor metaphor
And my most beautiful chords
Early July, the corncrake flies
Over yellow fields
Those who avow to follow the plough
They never yield
Dear girl, one day
We’ll steal away
On St. Flavian’s Day
We’ll ride away
Do not fade away
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7. |
The Human Bomb
04:52
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7.The Human Bomb
I'm heading west; I am next for the vortex
I bid my mother and brothers goodbye
I got a text about vests made of Semtex
Look at my passport and not in my eyes
I am the martyr of self-detonation
Angels of dynamite here by my side
Soon I will be on my journey to heaven
Gone, gone.
This could be my final song
The story of the human bomb
My shattered body restored by God's surgeon
I'll frolic with angels and worship the Lord
Then bring me my wine and my harem of virgins
I'm shaving my privates with Wilkinson's Sword
I am the master of self-depilation
Shunned back on earth but in heaven adored
Once I was no one but now I'm a legend
Gone. Wrong.
This could by my final song
The story of the human bomb
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8. |
Fear Of the Blank Page
04:16
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8. Fear of the Blank Page
There is nothing to fear
But fear it self
And fear of the dust
On top of the shelf
Fear of the octopus
Fear of the shark
Fear of the monsters
That lurk in the dark
Fear of diphtheria
Fears for your health
Fear of bacteria
On parts of yourself
Fear of failure
Fear of age
But worst of all
The fear of the blank page
There is nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Alone in the night
With two empty sides
The words in the lexicon
They never help
When looking for words
That might rhyme with 'kelp'
Songs about Mexicans
Seaweed and sand
But how to convince
The rest of the band?
Fear of achieving
Minimum wage
But worst of all...
The fear of the blank page
I can't get started
My mojo's gone
My muse long since departed
For a better job
At the slaughterhouse
In Babylon
There is nothing to say
It's all been said
I'm flogging a horse
That appears to be dead
Afraid that I might write
A couple of notes
That some other bastard
Has already wrote
Fear that my songs
Might sound somewhat the same
Fear of the major chords
Again and again
Fear that I missed
The Golden Age
But worst of all
Is the fear of the blank page
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9. |
Ravel's Bolero
06:06
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Instrumental
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