Banquet |
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Spanish Galleon | Thus spoke Oberon |
music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton | Bacardi / John O'Brien Docker |
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sailed the seas of broken men and freed their wealthy wives | so she said: what a wonderful world I’ve found |
a warriors dream of riches gold wiped up with blooded knives | flowers adorn the morning air |
the captain the witches warning of stories in far off lands | so she laughed what a wonderful world is here, |
well it’s bread and water the prisoners daughter, | no one can find me no she sighed |
knights in shinning gold | and thus spoke Oberon we’ll climb the evening sky |
the prisoners hard luck story with the pain of an empty cry |
together hand in hand we’ll let the days go by |
with the lights of a far away temple drifting away, drifting away |
from april fool to summers wind has spun around |
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you and your dreams in a world of fantasy, turn around chimed the bells |
so she said: what a wonderful world I’ve found, |
in a world of silvered fire | death doesn’t see me anywhere |
run said the wind and the words he sadly spoke, | so she said: what a wonderful world is here |
you can lean on me cried the oak | flowers adorn the evening wind |
and the weeping willow cried at the break of morning, | . |
the crack upon the empty wall |
misty mountain queen your head is white with time |
and the house that little jack built touching the ground | your valleys green and silver streams flow in their prime |
. | but who am I to tell a maid that black is bad |
paths of gold a story book in tidy rhyme, | so she said : what a wonderful day today, |
soldiers bold the tortures that they hid right down inside | living a life that can’t go wrong |
the devil the captain dealing in worthy souls, | t.. |
oh its silk and satin and children clapping a thousand marching feet | Sorrow |
the prisoners hard luck story with the pain of an empty cry | music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
with the lights of a far away temple drifting away, drifting away | . |
. | through the misty dawn the ever changing light of day |
you and your dreams in a world of fantasy, turn around chimed the bells | the tide begins to roll the sand between my toes in play |
in a world of silvered fire |
it only seems like just the beginning, |
run said the wind and the words he sadly spoke, | for yesterday has lost all its hope its heart and its smile |
you can lean on me cried the oak | girl without you…. just don’t know what to do |
un said the wind and the words he softly cried, | since you’ve been gone, I gotta pick myself up, |
r you can lean on me as he sighed | hoping you’ll come back one day |
and the weeping willow cried at the break of morning, | my love you took everything…you left me nothing at all |
the crack upon the empty wall |
so I sit in sorrow…waiting for my time to come |
and the house that little jack built touching the ground |
so I sit in sorrow, waiting for my brand new day, for my brand new day |
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High Flying Lady |
alone this sleepless night, the shadows on the wall break my vow |
music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
all through this endless night the strangers that have come take me now |
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my life it seems is really beginning for yesterday |
well you could have been a baby but you surely aint no lady | has left all it hope my heart and your smile |
and makes no difference how you wear your clothes | just don’t know what’s to do..girl without you |
well your mother tried to change you even nearly re-arrange you |
since you’ve been gone, I had to pick myself up |
but your evil ways sent shivers right down to my toes |
hoping you’ll come back one day |
and your days are really numbered you tried to put me upside down |
my love you took everything…you left me nothing at all |
teasing and laughing life away |
so I sit in sorrow…waiting for my time to come |
bye bye bye bye baby…its too late baby bye bye |
so I sit in sorrow, waiting for my brand new day, for my brand new day |
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well you could have lit my fire but you cooled this fools desire |
Dirty Old Town |
by breaking down the walls that you built up |
music: Peter Hesslein / words: John Lawton |
you decided to be evil took his side and played the devil |
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and its truly now for you to fill your cup |
I had a dream but I thought it was real |
and your days are really numbered, you tried to put me upside down |
but the changing of life seems to move me |
teasing and laughing life away |
seasons of god and a song out of time |
bye bye bye bye baby…its too late baby bye bye | and the things that are really confusing |
. | help me to find a new face in the crowd help me now |
let me find my beginning | |
I tried and I tried but the thoughts deep inside | |
reconstruct that my future is bending | |
(mid 8) | |
just a smile, just a glance just a feel I need the touch of a hand | |
fate takes his course with a shadow of doubt too late | |
for the love that I found | |
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dirty old town, what's your name what you're doing | |
dirty old town, won't you leave them alone | |
dirty old town, it's a shame what you're thinking | |
don't give a hand, let it be | |
dirty old town, can't you see in the future | |
dirty old town, don't remember your name | |
all of your sons that are dead and forgotten don't let the tide |
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slip away, slip away | |
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a wandering in man in a valley of flames | |
and a dream that's slowing unwinding | |
the season of god and a song with no rhyme | |
and a thought that is really unending | |
I found a new face and I found a new mind | |
and I don't really need my beginning | |
too late for your souls and your stories untold | |
turn the page for the book has been written | |
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(mid 8) (chorus) | |
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