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Climb the divine rainbow. in the endless skies.. Behold the world down below. and seek where wisdom lies.. . The well of Mimir. filled with water of wisdom..
(Music: Karl/Stefan/Rickard / Lyrics: Stefan). The Peace Has Been Broken.. My Brothers Has All Fallen. By Treacherous Mens Betrayal.. Their Blood Painted The Plains Red..
Tomorrow is Sunday. Now there's only one day left to go. Till you walk by. Below my window. The weekends drive me mad. Holidays are oh too sad. 'Cause you don't go.
I'm an old rover tired of this world. let me follow the whirlpool of life. into the world of happiness. that lies on the other side of death.. . Grant me my deepest wish.
(Music: Stefan/Karl / Lyrics: Stefan). In This Realm Of The Old Spirits. There Is Neither Day Nor Night.. Mighty Powers Of The Past Shall Soon. Be Woken From Their Dormancy In The Land.
You want to make Van Goghs?. Raise 'em up like sheep. Make 'em out of Eskimos. And women if you please. Make 'em nice and normal. Make 'em nice and neat.
You, guardian of Bifrost.. You, who's born by nine sitsers.. . You, who hear the grass grow.. You, who see hundreds of miles.. . Guard your bridge. night and day..
Varnished weeds in window jars. Tarnished beads on tapestries. Kept in satin boxes are. Reflections of love's memories. Letters from across the seas. Roses dipped in sealing wax.
Because Elvis gave 'em cars. You think I'm cheap. And you're hard done by. Look-you live here like a star. Rent free suite. Big blue pool that you sun by.
I picked the morning paper off the floor. It was full of other people's little wars. Wouldn't they like their peace. Don't we get bored. And we call for the three great stimulants.
Study war no more. Lay down your arms. Study war no more. Lay 'em down, lay 'em down now. Study war no more. Lay down your arms. Study war no more. Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread--.
Let me speak. Let me spit out my bitterness. Born of grief and nights without sleep. And festering flesh. Do you have eyes?. Can you see like mankind sees?.
This is the reoccurring dream. Born in the dreary gap between. What we have now. And what we wish we could have. More fulfilling--and less frustrating!.
PENANCE CRANE:. The pirate anchored on a Wednesday. And why he came to port I wonder. To see a lady so my friends say. She dances for the sailors. In a smoky cabaret bar underground.
I want to paint a picture. Botticelli style. Instead of Venus on a clam. I'd paint this flower child. "You are the air my flowers breathe". He calls, and the ladies turn around.
And so once again. My dear Johnny my dear friend. And so once again you are fightin' us all. And when I ask you why. You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall.
I'm down to a roll of dimes. I'm stalking the slot that's hot. I keep hearing bells all around me. Jingling in the lucky jackpots. They keep you tantalized.
Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions. Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor. Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where. Never mind their questions there's no answer for.
I met a young soldier. He said his name was Killer Kyle. He was shakin' all over. Like a night-frightened child. This is his story. It's a tough one for me to sing.