19

Jan

by V

They were twelve of the bravest men that I‘ve ever seen They were waiting on a mountaintop to defend the Queen Against the rambling troops of bandits hiding in the stormy night And when they heard their low steps nearing, they knew they had to fight They were twelve and they were fighting, their ...
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19

Jan

by V

Let us sleep while there‘s still time Then we may find what‘s in the deep Where down and dark the serpents wind Around a line I cannot keep And let us wonder through the day Which words will play and which will ponder ´Til there will yonder come the May When every play is torn asunder Then let ...
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19

Jan

by V

10 Man How late it is how very late, how late it is tonight The time has come to seal my fate, but I‘m afraid to fight How cold it is, oh yes, how cold, how cold it is in here I fear that I am much too old, it‘s living that I fear I ...
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19

Jan

by V

I‘m not the sky, nor am I dead I still can sleep and keep my head I still have mirrors that have faces And walk my way on humdrum‘s places I don‘t live next to gods and ghosts Or any supernormal host It‘s only sometimes that I see A spider crawling next to me And though it seems ...
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19

Jan

by V

Woke up with Peter Gabriel When he thought it was time to go He sang about the animals And some thing about indigo I stumbled through the half-torn light Past fireplace and writing-desk And found to my own great delight The puzzle in the raven‘s nest I see the corner of the evening Paint a picture of the sun Of ...
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19

Jan

by V

07 Eleven You cannot undo that which happened in the golden afternoon. The towers were too high to stand and promises were made too soon. A long time I've been watching now that shadow fallen in the west. I've seen it coming, seen it grow, disintegrating our best. And now its armies march along the ...
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19

Jan

by V

Strange ways we walk today From oil in the beginning to fire in the end Barefoot and feet of clay I don‘t know if we‘re really the ones that heaven sent If you ever wondered why they‘re talking of the world And if you ever thought it would be time the truth unfurled And if you ...
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19

Jan

by V

If I won‘t fall asleep again You‘ll find me in the here and then Through naked yellow streets I ran Still looking for the second man A thousand times I shed my skin Changed my colour and my kin Sought not to flee and not to win But to be free of right and sin And never go ...
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19

Jan

by V

A mountain‘s just a frozen wind And fire is a lie When all the rivers turn their run Then hold me, I‘m the sky The mirror‘s yet another me To persecute and tie And shadows fall there evenly Where faceless heroes die While snakes are coiled upon the granite Time will not pass by The west is closed throughout the ...
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19

Jan

by V

03 We To be there, immortality I‘ll find you in the rest of me With peace and insecurity You‘ll be the one that‘s meant to be. And after all is fled and gone And after nothing more to tell When every other candle fell You‘ll be the one to bring the sun. Behind the lower curtain dark There lies a ...
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