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Early one morning, the sun was shiningI was laying in bedWondering if she’d changed it allIf her hair was still redHer folks, they said, our lives togetherSure was gonna be roughThey never did like mama’s homemade dressPapa’s bankbook wasn’t big enoughAnd I was standing on the side of the roadRain falling on my shoesHeading out for the East CoastLord knows I’ve paid some dues getting throughTangled up in blueShe was married when we first metSoon to be divorcedI helped her out of a jam, I guessBut I used a little too much forceWe drove that car as far as we couldAbandoned it out westSplit up on a dark, sad nightBoth agreeing it was bestShe turned around to look at meAs I was walking awayI heard her say over my shoulder“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue”Tangled up in blueI had a job in the great north woodsWorking as a cook for a spellBut I never did like it all that muchAnd one day the axe just fellSo I drifted down to New OrleansWhere I’s lucky for to be employedWorking for a while on a fishing boatRight outside of DelacroixBut all the while I was aloneThe past was close behindI seen a lot of womenBut she never escaped my mind, and I just grewTangled up in blueShe was working in a topless placeAnd I stopped in for a beerI just kept looking at the sight of her faceIn the spotlight so clearAnd later on when the crowd thinned outI’s just about to do the sameShe was standing there in back of my chairSaid, “Tell me, don’t I know your name?”I muttered something underneath my breathShe studied the lines on my faceI must admit I felt a little uneasyWhen she bent down to tie the laces of my shoeTangled up in blueShe lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe“I thought you’d never say hello, ” she said“You look like the silent type”Then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to meWritten by an Italian poet from the 13th centuryAnd every one of them words rang trueAnd glowed like burning coalPouring off of every pageLike it was written in my soul, from me to youTangled up in blueI lived with them on Montague StreetIn a basement down the stairsThere was music in the cafés at nightAnd revolution in the airThen he started into dealing with slavesAnd something inside of him diedShe had to sell everything she ownedAnd froze up insideAnd when finally the bottom fell outI became withdrawnThe only thing I knew how to doWas to keep on keeping on, like a bird that flewTangled up in blueSo now I’m going back againI got to get her somehowAll the people we used to knowThey’re an illusion to me nowSome are mathematiciansSome are carpenter’s wivesDon’t know how it all got startedI don’t what they do with their livesBut me, I’m still on the roadHeading for another jointWe always did feel the sameWe just saw it from a different point of viewTangled up in blue
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I can’t believe the news todayI can’t close my eyes and make it go away.How long, how long must we sing this song?How long, how long?‘Cos tonightWe can be as one, tonight.Broken bottles under children’s feetBodies strewn across the dead-end street.But I won’t heed the battle callIt puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Oh, let’s go.And the battle’s just begunThere’s many lost, but tell me who has won?The trenches dug within our heartsAnd mothers, children, brothers, sistersTorn apart.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Sunday, bloody Sunday.How long, how long must we sing this song?How long, how long?‘Cos tonightWe can be as one, tonight.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Wipe the tears from your eyesWipe your tears away.I’ll wipe your tears away.I’ll wipe your tears away.I’ll wipe your bloodshot eyes.Sunday, bloody Sunday.Sunday, bloody Sunday.And it’s true we are immuneWhen fact is fiction and TV reality.And today the millions cryWe eat and drink while tomorrow they die.The real battle just begunTo claim the victory Jesus wonOn…Sunday, bloody SundaySunday, bloody Sunday.+
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Pink Floyd – Echoes / Live at Pompeii ( full )
Source: dreampoetryvisions
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Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head?Oh Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead?Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragicWith the thrill of it allYou fooled all the people with magicYeah, you waited on Satan’s callMr. Charming, did you think you were pure?Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapportUncovering things that were sacredManifest on this EarthAh, conceived in the eye of a secretAnd they scattered the afterbirthMr. Crowley, won’t you ride my white horse?Mr. Crowley, it’s symbolic of courseApproaching a time that is classicI hear maiden’s callApproaching a time that is drasticStanding with their backs to the wallWas it polemically sent?I wanna know what you meantI wanna knowI wanna know what you meant, yeah+
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See these eyes, so greenI can stare for a thousand yearsColder than the moonIt’s been so longFeel my blood enragedIt’s just the fear of loosing youDon’t you know my name?Well, you’ve been so longAnd I’ve been putting out fireWith gasolineSee these eyes, so redRed like jungle burning brightThose who feel me nearPull the blinds and change their mindsIt’s been so longStill this pulsing nightA plague I call a heartbeatJust be still with meYou wouldn’t believe what I’ve been throughYou’ve been so longWell, it’s been so longAnd I’ve been putting out the fire with gasolinePutting out the fireWith gasolineSee these tears, so blueAn ageless heart that can never mendThese tears can never dryA judgement made can never bendSee these eyes, so greenI can stare for a thousand yearsJust be still with meYou wouldn’t believe what I’ve been throughYou’ve been so longWell, it’s been so longAnd I’ve been putting out the fire with gasolinePutting out fireWith gasolinewell, it’s been so long(Been so long) I’ve been putting out fire(Been so long) and it’s been so long(Been so long) been putting out fire(Been so long) it’s been so long(Been so long) been putting out fire(Been so long)Been so long (so long, so long)Been so long (so long, so long)Been putting out fire (been so long, so long, so long)Been putting out fire (been so long, so long, so long)Been so longbeen putting out fire(Been so long, so long, so long) been putting out fire(Been so long, so long, so long) been so longBeen so long (so long, so long)Been so long (so long, so long)
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Don’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downNobody ever loved me like she doesOh she does,Yes she doesAnd if somebody loved me like she doOh she do me,Yes she doesDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downI’m in love for the first timeDon’t you know it’s gonna lastIt’s a love that lasts foreverIt’s a love that had no pastDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downAnd from the first time that she really done meOh she done me,She done me goodI guess nobody ever really done meOh she done me,She done me goodDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downI’m in love for the first timeDon’t you know it’s gonna lastIt’s a love that lasts foreverIt’s a love that had no pastDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me downDon’t let me down
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Radio, live transmissionRadio, live transmissionListen to the silence, let it ring onEyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sunWe would have a fine time living in the nightLeft to blind destruction, waiting for our sightAnd we would go on as though nothing was wrongAnd hide from these days we remained all aloneStaying in the same place, just staying out the timeTouching from a distance, further all the timeDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioWell I could call out when the going gets toughThe things that we’ve learnt are no longer enoughNo language, just sound, that’s all we need knowTo synchronise love to the beat of the showAnd we could danceDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radioDance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
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Out here in the fieldsI fight for my mealsI get my back into my living.I don’t need to fightTo prove I’m rightI don’t need to be forgiven.Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahDon’t cryDon’t raise your eyeIt’s only teenage wastelandSally, take my handWe’ll travel south cross landPut out the fireAnd don’t look past my shoulder.The exodus is hereThe happy ones are nearLet’s get togetherBefore we get much older.Teenage wastelandIt’s only teenage wasteland.Teenage wastelandOh, yeahIts only teenage wastelandThey’re all wasted!+
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Well, I stand up next to a mountainAnd I chop it down with the edge of my handWell, I stand up next to a mountainAnd I chop it down with the edge of my handWell, I pick up all the pieces and make an islandMight even raise a little sandYeah‘Cause I’m a voodoo childLord knows I’m a voodoo child, babyI want to say one more last thingI didn’t mean to take up all your sweet timeI’ll give it right back to you one of these days, hahahaI said I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet timeI’ll give it right back one of these daysOh yeahIf I don’t meet you no more in this world, thenI’ll meet you in the next oneAnd don’t be lateDon’t be late‘Cause I’m a voodoo child, voodoo childLord knows I’m a voodoo child, babyI’m a voodoo child, babyI don’t take no for an answerQuestion noLord knows I’m a voodoo child, baby
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Can you walk on the water if I, you and I?Because your blood’s running cold outside the familiar true to lifeCan you walk on the water if I, you and I?Or keep your eyes on the road and live in the familiar without you and IIt glows with gates of gold to true lifeFor our love is a ghost that the others can’t seeIt’s a dangerEvery shade of us you fade down to keepThem in the dark on who we are(Oh what you do to me)This love is gonna be the death of meIt’s a dangerCause our love is a ghost that the others can’t seeWe took a walk to the summit at night, you and ITo burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar true to lifeAnd the dark was opening wide, do or dieUnder a mask of vermillion ruling eyesAnd our love is a ghost that the others can’t seeIt’s a dangerEvery shade of us you fade down to keepThem in the dark on who we are(Oh what you do to me)Gonna be the death of meIt’s a dangerCause our love is a ghost that the others can’t see+
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Memory comes when memory’s oldI am never the first to knowFollowing the stream up NorthWhere do people like us floatThere is room in my lapFor bruises, asses, handclapsI will never disappearFor forever, I’ll be hereWhisperingMorning, keep the streets empty for meMorning, keep the streets empty for meI’m laying down, eating snowMy fur is hot, my tongue is coldOn a bed of spider webI think of how to change myselfA lot of hope in a one man tentThere’s no room for innocenceSo take me home before the stormVelvet mites will keep us warmWhisperingMorning, keep the streets empty for meMorning, keep the streets empty for meWhisperingMorning, keep the streets empty for meMorning, keep the streets empty for meUncover our heads and reveal our soulsWe were hungry before we were bornUncover our heads and reveal our soulsWe were hungry before we were bornUncover our heads and reveal our soulsWe were hungry before we were bornUncover our heads and reveal our soulsWe were hungry before we were born
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This will never end ’cause I want moreMore, give me more, give me moreThis will never end ’cause I want moreMore, give me more, give me moreIf I had a heart, I could love youIf I had a voice, I would singAfter the night, when I wake upI’ll see what tomorrow bringsAh, ah-ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah-ahIf I had a voice, I would singDangling feet from window frameWill I ever, ever reach the floor?More, give me more, give me moreCrushed and filled with all I foundUnderneath and inside, just to come aroundMore, give me more, give me moreAh, ah-ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah-ahIf I had a voice, I would sing
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I’m feelin’ rough, I’m feelin’ rawI’m in the prime of my lifeLet’s make some music, make some moneyFind some models for wivesI’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the starsYou man the island and the cocaine and the elegant carsThis is our decision to live fast and die youngWe’ve got the vision, now let’s have some funYeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?Forget about our mothers and our friendsWe’re fated to pretendTo pretendWe’re fated to pretendTo pretendI’ll miss the playgroundsAnd the animals and digging up wormsI’ll miss the comfort of my motherAnd the weight of the worldI’ll miss my sister, miss my father,Miss my dog and my homeYeah, I’ll miss the boredomAnd the freedom and the time spent aloneBut there is really nothing, nothing we can doLove must be forgotten, life can always start up anewThe models will have children, we’ll get a divorceWe’ll find some more models, everything must run its courseWe’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the endWe were fated to pretendTo pretendWe’re fated to pretendTo pretendI said yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah
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