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Devil's Night
05:02
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Up to no good
Low down and dirty
Exchanges made in low-lit rooms
And the angels cry
Making rain on the roof
A serenade for me and you
We say our prayers and carry on through
It's Devil's Night all over the world
Devil's Night
We know what it means to feel the fire
The tongues of our love proclaiming Higher
Put your hand over here...
Put your hand over here...
It's Devil's Night all over the world
Devil's Night
To think that we were strangers
Our secrets unknown
An infinitely long time ago
Sensations ring
Deep down to the bone
Sculpting vibrations in warm tones
It's Devil's Night all over the world
It's Devil's Night
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Culture
04:18
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Crumbling around us like old skeletons
Living shrines to forgotten sins
We build our lives around these things
So fragile and frail
Run to the country if you can for a breath of air
This is Culture... Living Culture
Torn between divisions in the social life
Self-proclaimed saints burn with icy eyes
We wear our truth like a bubble of protective light
Spreading our love to the victims of the present lie
This is Culture... Living Culture
Under the cobblestone streets
Layers of history
Blood runs deep within the masonry
Under the cobblestone streets
Layers of history
Blood runs deep within the masonry...
This is Culture... Living Culture
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Orange morning
Kindling candle flame
Sailor's warning
Won't be laying any blame
The light in the sky
Spontaneous birdsong
This is where I once belonged
Don't Shoot the Messenger
It's all a lie
Don't Shoot the Messenger
Crimson clover
Good luck turned around
And down at the border
Glum faces all around
The horsemen ride
Hear the trumpeting call
Gotta get away from it all
Gotta get away
Don't Shoot the Messenger
It's all a lie
Don't Shoot the Messenger
Everything is a lie
Don't shoot the Messenger
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Life Is a Game
03:34
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I don't like it but I guess I gotta live with the consequences
Everything I do sends ripples through the field of space
Inter-dimensional Beings playing havoc with the timeline
And the rules of play keep changing every day
Life is a game... albeit a bit insane
I'm sentimental but it doesn't really pay in the long run
Trophies of the past have a way of just weighing you down
I live and breathe each new particular moment
I keep my eye on the ball, my ear to the ground
Life is a game... albeit a bit insane
Put me in coach... I'm ready to play
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Locked in a grid of citification
Social ties and obligations
We prowl around for gratification
For every urge is stimulation..
Mmm-hmmm
We rattle the bars and speak of treason
Invoking saints and bloody Jesus
The television is in pieces
A sense of urgency increases
As I wander in forgotten dreams
Butterflies whisper my name
Whisper my name...
Change is swift as retribution
Awaiting the day of execution
Masters of slaves and institutions
Placed on display in golden nooses
As I wander in forgotten dreams
Butterflies whisper my name
Whisper my name...
Every moment is a porthole
to another world
Navigation is a turn of the key
Into reality
Into eternity
Into infinity...
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