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The Other Ones
04:17
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down on the cliffs where the waves lick the shore
on a bench by the path she sits waiting for
any road weary traveller just wanting some rest for his feet
be you highwayman, minstrel or mariner
oh don't suffer to rest on her seat
don't let her touch you
don't let her catch hold of your hand
all that she wants is to drag you away
through a crack to another land
one of the other ones
one of the hungry ones she
rosy eyes, rosy cheeks
rosy lips, rosy teeth
all she desires is to pull you away
from your home, from your world
from your life, from your place
and she sits with that terrible smile on her face
and she sits in the darkness and smiles as she waits
waits to carry you off to that terrible place
where the other ones swim in their ocean of pain
all they desire is to drag us away
from this home, from this world
from this life, from this place
and they each wear that terrible grin on their face
as they sit in the darkness and wait for their prey
to be baited and lured and then carried away
somewhere other to never be heard from again
don't let them touch you
don't let one catch hold of your hand
all they desire is to drag you away
through a crack to another land
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Palate Cleanser
00:55
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3. |
Wild Black Yonder
03:28
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i want to sleep
so long
you won't see me
i'll be gone
when you can go on no longer
head to the wild black yonder
perfect silence
peace
deathly quiet
peaceful sleep
when there's nothing good to ponder
head to the wild black yonder
when you're hollow and despondent
when you'll never get any stronger
when there's nothing good to ponder
when you can go on no longer
head to the wild black yonder
into the wild black yonder
into the wild
dedicated to John Robins
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4. |
Hexagon
01:39
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5. |
Revolutions
03:30
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it's colourless here
i don't hear a sound
there's cold stone at my fingers
and the world goes round
there's thin lines over everything
scratches and marks
a crawling sensation
and the world goes dark
just colourless here
i don't hear a sound
a falling sensation
and the world goes round
bring the lights, bring the movement
make me feel the revolutions
1670 kilometres per hour
we're spinning round, i feel nothing
we're spinning and we feel nothing
we're spinning round at
1670 kilometres per hour
we're spinning and we feel nothing
we're spinning round
we feel nothing
just spinning round
and the world goes round
there's thin lines over everything
yeah these scratches and marks
i've got a crawling sensation
and the world stays dark
there's nausea here
no core to be found
desiccated and brittle
and the world goes round
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6. |
Peruke
00:39
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