sábado, janeiro 22, 2005

Comsat Angels


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Eye Of The Lent

I'm walking down a street where children play
When they see me they run away
She will not look at me, she won't say why
And when I ask her she just cries

No-one will talk to me, they turn to go
Their faces say there's something I should know
Could I be a victim of the games of all my friends
Or am I really being watched by the eye of the lens

My world is empty now, no-one comes near
No-one can stand the smell of fear
Hours pass so slowly, time beats a drum
As I wait for what I hope won't come

No-one will talk to me, they turn to go
Their faces say there's something I should know
Could I be a victim of the games of all my friends
Or am I really being watched by the eye of the lens
Something's coming closer, I can only stare
The scream of silence fills the air
I was not a victim of the games of all my friends
Now I find myself behind the eye of the lens...

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Dark Parade


He looks up
Straight ahead
Theres something there
Now it's gone
Is it a bird
Or an aeroplane
Just like a thought
It's there
Then it's gone

Over sea
And over sand
In the deserted heart
Of a desert land
Rotor blades
Like a charred palm trees
Signify
No success
No release

It it eight
Or is it nine
Who fall in
For the very last time
There is no rest
No release
At the oasis
These men
Reduced to this
The darkest parade


Para ouvir, só encontrei a independence day . Não era bem isto, mas foi o que se conseguiu arranjar.

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