| Journeys To Glory |
| Mandolin Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin Waiting in the dark Centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin Memories oh memories Lay stains upon your heart When lovers dance into the trance You weaved by candlelight Oh I saw a sunrise like never before As mandolin played I cried for more. Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin Waiting in the dark Centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin Incessant sound, incessant sound That stirs the young and pure Incestuous I kiss my hand And play the calling drum. The lover cried into the silk Many years ago Your voice laid comfort down upon His European skin. Oh I saw a sunrise like never before As mandolin played I cried for more. Oh I saw a sunrise like never before As mandolin played I cried for more. Oh I saw a runrise likenever before As mandolin played I cried for more Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin Waiting in the dark Centuries passed down upon Your smooth Venetian skin. Musclebound We’re building fires that will burn until morning The smell of books and hot stone surround us Tough is the leather that’s strapped to my skin Strong are the bonds that we make We feel the steam as it rises around us Up from the soil that it’s cracking it’s back Tough is the leather that’s strapped to my skin Strong are the bonds that we sing Work ‘til you’re musclebound all night long Work ‘til you’re musclebound all night long Work ‘til you’re musclebound all night long Work ‘til you’re musclebound all night long Work ‘til you’re musclebound all night long We're building fires that will burn until morning The smell of books and hot stone surround us Tough is the leather that's strapped to my skin Strong are the bonds that we make. To hear a pulsing from chanter to mountain Down through the vain and into the grain Strong is the shoulder that moves to the time Here is the land it can break Ha! Strong is the leather that’s strapped to my skin Strong are the bonds that we sing. Work 'til you're musclebound all night long... The Freeze Blue sing la lune, sing lagoon These visions are making me stay The artist pretending it’s art The question is where do you pay Unpack my case one more time I’ll cancel my train once again Destiny give me a day Erogenous zones win again |
| To Cut A Long Story Short Soldier is turning See him through white light Running from strangers See you in the valley A war upon war Heat upon heat To cut a long story short I lost my mind Sitting on a park bench Years away from fighting To cut a long story short I lost my mind Standing in the dark Oh I was waiting for the man to come I am beautiful and clean And so very, very young To be standing in the street To be taken by someone Standing in the dark Oh I was waiting for the man to come I am beautiful and clean And so very, very young To be standing in the street To be taken by someone Questions, questions Give me no answers That’s all they ever give me Questions, questions Oh look at the strange boy He finds it hard existing To cut a long story short I lost my mind Oh to cut a long story short I lost my mind. Reformation Bleak and tired Western skies Silence crashing with quiet lies Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, Reformation. I saw you running through my dreams Question held me to the scene Your face was wet with perspiration Reformation, Reformation. There’s something wrong There’s something wrong Man is something that must be overcome Quick, snap, break, crack, complication Reformation, Reformation. I saw you running through my dreams A sun that burst through a cloudy scene Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, Reformation. Bleak and tired Western skies Silence crashing with quiet lies Shattered glass reflects elation Reformation, Reformation. |