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Ecouter Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn Jill Swaggart & Bob Henderson


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Little Faces (Oysterhead)

In the dawn
When my toes are cold
They spread their little trinkets on the ground
In the hall
By the closet door
They creep into my bed without a sound
On a cube
In a plastic egg
A hundred fabric figures in a pile
See them march
Toward me in a line
And dance across the floor in single file

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind

Tiny doors
For walking through
While sticky fingers clutch forbidden things
And the phone
For talking through
They often pull the cable when it rings
Sinking ships
On a foamy sea
That roll and tumble slowly from
the motion of their filthy
Little hands
Their little hands

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind

In the dark
When their eyes are wide
They listen to the secrets that I tell
In a ball
On their tiny beds
Or beneath them where the shadow people dwell
And the moon
Beams that split the night
Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces
As they drift into a dream
In a dream

Little faces keep no track of time
Little faces speaking out in rhyme
Little faces smiling in my mind

Wasted Episode (Angry Amputees)

In this wasted Episode, what the hell am I still doing here, growing up?
It's a landmark of much depravity
Sixteen without a purpose in life.
A smoking gun proves to define it
Broken windows line Boulevards
Hear children crying sleeping in their
Infested homes
Their heads hanging down
Straight from the womb
Where ignorance can be found
Above the sidewalks
Bloody Band-Aides
Sirens every hour
The shelter is over booked again
The city's crying out...When will it end?
When you're walking down the street
Hey can you spare some change
Well I love where I come from...But I hate this ** town.
Well I am not ashamed
I was born on Geary St.
I love where I come from, but I hate this ** town.
Where my future seems so bleak
And every day feels like a week
Well I love where I come from but I hate this ** town
I can never get no rest, and little Timmy gave his best,
I love where I come from but I hate this ** town
The rich stay in the game
The Meek will never reign
I hate this ** town
There's nothing left to say, so ** your empathy
Cuz I hate this ** town!!!!!!!
Well I love where I come from... But I hate this ** TOWN!

One Hundred Dollars An Hour (Richard O'Brien)

The low autumn sun of the late afternoon
Brings sweet heaven's fire and desire to the room
You hold me so gently, our hearts intertwine
And for one hundred dollars an hour
Or part thereof...
You're mine

Still running from life and hiding from death
I lay here beside you, your touch stays my breath
If this is illicit, we're partners in crime
And for one hundred dollars an hour
Or part thereof...
You're mine

You're every woman, you're every girl
That I've ever known
The Moon, the Earth, the waters
Eve's eternal daughters, my cornerstone
I bring my hunger to your shrine
And for one hundred dollars an hour
Or part thereof...
You're mine

So cool this fool's fire that rages within
And we'll both disengage from the wages of sin
Sweet goddess of healing, the artistry's thine
And for one hundred dollars an hour
One hundred dollars an hour
And for one hundred dollars an hour
Or part thereof...
You're mine

London Pride (Noel Coward)

London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Woa, Liza,
See the coster barrows,
Vegetable marrows
And the fruit piled high.
Woa, Liza,
Little London sparrows,
Covent Garden Market where the costers cry.
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history.
Every street
Pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace of London Town.

INTERLUDE
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town and country-side
We in England call it London Pride.

London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Hey, lady,
When the day is dawning
See the policeman yawning
On his lonely beat.
** lady,
Mayfair in the morning,
Hear your footsteps echo in the empty street.
Early rain
And the pavement's glistening.
All Park Lane
In a shimmering gown.
Nothing ever could break or harm
The charm of London Town.

INTERLUDE
In our city darkened now, street and square and crescent,
We can feel our living past in our shadowed present,
Ghosts beside our starlit Thames
Who lived and loved and died
Keep throughout the ages London Pride.

London Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Grey city
Stubbornly implanted,
Taken so for granted
For a thousand years.
Stay, city,
Smokily enchanted,
Cradle of our memories and hopes and fears.
Every Blitz
Your resistance
Toughening,
From the Ritz
To the Anchor and Crown,
Nothing ever could override
The pride of London Town.

Branded (Angry Amputees)

There's nothing more to hide as I slip into oblivion once again.

No less than paranoid when I know, I know my numbers up for my sins.

Cut myself to stop the suffocation, all my dumb luck's dried up

No one knows of the humiliation, a prisoner held by guilt

Now I'm wearing it, wearing A

Would you fall to save my name at all?

Behind closed doors I'll be dead by dawn

Would you fall to save my name at all?

Self-contempt, hating myself

When I'm wearing it, wearing A

There's nothing more to hide as I strip myself of all my pride

Once again I've slipped

Finding quick to realize that it was, it has, and always will be my life.

Would you fall to save my name at all?

Behind closed doors I'll be dead by dawn

Would you fall to save my name at all?
It might take everything to be saved.

Waqt (Entity Paradigm)

This is how the story goes, in and out
One minute you're there, the next time runs out
It's a figure of speech as a matter of fact
Did you ever really think about the time you had
It's the grain that falls, every second that crawls
To the minute to the hour till infinity recalls
It's a barricade of twigs that's never really there
Did you ever really think that time even cares

Ik ehsaas hai
Keh socha na tha
Waqt dhalta raha
Mein chalta raha
Andheron mein bhi
Ik roshnee thee
Us roshnee mein
Ghar jalta raha

Tau dil mera roye to kia
Waqt iradon ko torey to kia
Manzil ko apni payen gai hum
Waqt ko apna banayen gai hum
Jo chahoon woh ho

Here's a little something that you really can think about
The time that got left and time that ran out
Keeping in mind what I left behind
My sanity my soul brought down to a fine line
The pain the shame too late to quit this game
I can never change cuz I'm one of a kind
Even if i wanted to I couldn’t decide
Cuz i never really had time on my side

Girta raha
Sambhalta raha
Iss khamoshi mein
Main marta raha
Umeedon kai mein saye taley
Khwabon ko tarasta raha

Tau dil mera roye to kia
Waqt iradon ko torey to kia
Manzil ko apnee payen gai hum
Waqt ko apna banayen gai hum

Is dhool kai khumar sai nashey mein rahey
Giray jin diyon pai pardey Jaley na bujhey
Jo chahoon woh ho
Mein chahoon woh ho

Montana (Venus Hum)

Panic start it's 8o'clock 28
Mach 10 to get to the school on time
Throw a dress on over my head
Jump in my freedom ride
Fill me up with sound
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big Beautiful Sky!

Panic start it's just enough, a little, too late
Park calls!
I'll not go to school today
Throw a bright pink dress over my red head
Go to Saint Mary's Lake
Fill me up with sound
The world sings with me a million smiles an hour
I can see me dancing on my radio
I can hear you singing in the blades of grass
Yellow dandelions on my way to school
Big Beautiful Sky!

Remorse Is For The Dead (Lamb Of God)

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.
Constructed a monument to denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress.
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.
All the tongues here are forked.
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectance.
A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher.
Light the match, start the fire.
Level this place and take us with it.
Surroundings are irate.
Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.
Resentment steadily grows.
Laughing in teh gallows.
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.
We are the lucky ones, welcome home.
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule.
Dying beyond the pale.
Your beatings will continue until my morale improves.
I don't hate you, I'm just romving an enemy.
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy.
Remorse is for the dead

Black Rose Immortal (Opeth)

In the name of desperation
I call your name
A lamentation I sigh
Again and again

Spiritual eclipse
The gateways are closed for me to seek

The night...
A veil of stars, watching
My shadow is born from light
The light of the eye, in darkness

Over troubled waters memories soar
Endlessly, searching night and day
The moonlight caresses a lonely hill
With the calmness of a whisper

I wear a ** soul
A blank face in the streaming water
It is cold in here
Frost scar my coat with dust

Eyes attach to your mute portrait
We spoke only through thoughts
Together we gazed, awaited
Hours brought thirst and the rising sun

Sunbirds leave their dark recesses
Shadows gild the archways

Do not turn your face towards me
Confronting me with my loneliness
You are in a forest unknown
The secret orchard
And your voice is vast and achromatic
But still so precious

Lullaby of the crescent moon took you
Mesmerized, its kaleidoscopic face
Granted you a hollow stare
Another soul within the divine herd

I have kept it
The amaranth symbol
Hidden inside the golden shrine
Until we rejoice in the meadow
Of the end
When we both walk the shadows
It will set ablaze and vanish
Black rose immortal

It is getting dark again
Dusk shuffle across the fields
The evening trees moan as if they knew
At night I always dream of you

Time Heals The Pain (Roger Midtsian)

They say time heals the pain but i'm not so sure
i've been hurt but not like this before.
Think i'll cary this hurt inside me for evermore.
they say time heals the pain but i'm not so sure.
used to save my self i lived my life that way, never had a problem i couldent whish away!
i spent my days smilin from dusk till dawn!
until i found my little boy gone.

when you where born it was a dream come true, the
sweetest thing in my whole life was you.
now it seems so meeningless whitout you by my side!
i dont know how to fill this emptyness inside.

(they say time heals the pain but i'm not so sure.
i'v been hurt bot not like this before.
i think i'll cary this hurt inside me forever more)x2
(they say time heals the pain but i'm not so sure)x2


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