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1. Turn the crimson time 2. Belt of Skin 3. Canvas 4. Sulphur 5. Brink 6. Sour Soup 7. Monkey Disease 8. Urbia 9. Reaction Red 10. Ex-Cathedra
LYRICS - NAGUAL / MUSIC & VOCALS - CAL SCOTT RECORDED 2003 AT 'TROLL- LAND STUDIO'
Sanity like a kite string Fatal flaws the wind brings Can you hear the canary sing? As its lowered down the mine. ... of magic spells and heather rings lost in the mists of time echoes, echoes, echoes echoes like a lovers call. Who'd you know who'd know such things Who - you, You - who'd know such things Who'd you know who'd know such things Mystics, witches, lords or kings. Who - Who - Who - Madness All the pride before the fall the victimless of crime Who'd you know who'd know such things Who - you, You - who'd know such things Who'd you know who'd know such things Mystics, witches, lords or kings. Turn - Turn the crimson time Turn - Turn - Turn the crimson time Sanity like a kite string.... Can you hear. Can you hear the canary sing? Can you hear. Can you hear the canary sing? Can you hear. Can you hear the canary sing? Can you hear. Can you hear the canary sing? Open like a market stall All bowed down to those enthral Victory to those with gall Turn - Turn the crimson time Turn - Turn - Turn the crimson time.
She wore black PVC like a skin disease she wore leather boots and was hard to please Voodoo doll - Voodoo doll Voodoo doll - Voodoo doll Voodoo doll - Devil's moll Voodoo doll of a thousand nightmares Voodoo doll of a thousand blades Belt of Skin She had a jacket of flesh and a belt of skin She had an air of death that came - came from within Voodoo doll - Devils moll Hung for the innocence that she stole. Hung for the innocence Belt of Skin Hung for the innocence that she stole. She had silver studs And a polished gum She had scars on her arms She hid from the sun. Like a painted personality... Like a Sainted divinity upon a stunted cross ....canvass - made of stone Like a painted personality on a canvass You lied - you killed and found yourself standing on your own You didn't hear the innocent With their dark and desperate tone And now you sit here waiting amongst the blood and bone Canvass - you didn't see the payback Canvass -you didn't feel the loss You never saw the consequence You never - never gave a toss Last ghost... Last ghost in the machine Last ghost... Last ghost in the machine Who paid for every treachery Who never knew the cost You never saw the consequence You never - never gave a toss Last man standing Last man standing You never - never gave a toss You never saw the consequence Never gave a toss Canvass - you didn't see the payback Canvass -you didn't feel the loss Canvass - Canvass - Canvass - Canvass.
You can wear fine clothes And dine at the feast Go to all the best shows But you are still a beast They can hide behind their evil charm Their glib never seems to cease Have a beautiful girl on either arm We see behind this fucking sham We see behind your yellow eyes We see beyond their shallow lies We see behind your poisoned bile We see beyond your crooked smiles You can a drive fast car A Ferrari at least Have a date with a star Have a date with a star See the fallen soul of man See the fallen soul of man See the fallen soul of man See the fallen soul of man You can wear fine clothes And dine at the feast Go to all the best shows But you are still a beast.
Your standing on the edge of decision And your heart is dead and your eyes won't open Cause the cold wind has bitten far to deep for you to feel the warmth of life again The petty indecision of yesterday trial bites at the knowledge of an empty dream No-one listen to your pleads for peace and no-one will here your silent scream. On the brink.... To comfort and deceive with soft promises While you walk that narrow path of glass And pray that God will deliver you From the inconsistent attitude of angry flies. Looking down a tunnel of terminal black No escape door or panacea for the soul Just the treachery of repetition And the misconception of deliverance Now the time has come to swing the pendulum And cast the die of fatal choices On - Off - On - Off On off days in the winter - Brink. Time has flown away and your lonely as a shipwrecked fool. you realize... Lonely as a shipwrecked fool you realize...the experience of politics is just cheap psychology on the sly.
Eating humble pie on a platter made of sorrow All our pained tomorrows all our dark thoughts in the night Drinking greens & blues - blues & greys Drowning in the way Dreaming of yesterday In a testube rack of pain Sour Soup - Sour Soup of tears and no hope Sour Soup - Sour Soup of tears and no hope Walking on a shredded path To go and go again From rock to deep blue sea Hard sun and pure acid rain. Sour Soup All of our dark thoughts in the night All our pained tomorrows eating humble And buried on a deserted moor... Sorrow - nothing heard nothing said Sorrow - in a coffin lined with lead Sorrow - nothing heard and nothing said Sorrow... Lining lungs with fucking black shit The throat - its got a noose around it Inhaling all this fucking horror The throat - its got a noose around it
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Overhung mornings and nights of long knifes Backstreet bondage with the stepford wives seersucker suits and little white lies Its 10 miles to hell as the crow flies Urbia - Urbia - Urbia - Urbia Mundane evenings and days of despair Half baked brain Urbia - Urbia - Urbia - Urbia Half baked brain Overhung mornings and nights of long knifes Backstreet bondage with the stepford wives seersucker suits and little white lies Its 10 miles to hell as the crow flies Urbia - Urbia - mindset like a drain Urbia - Urbia - like the one track train Urbia - Urbia - Urbia - Urbia Urbia - Urbia - Urbia - Urbia Half baked brain You've never been sane When your already dead
When I showed you all of my prayer books The ones that were written by the hanged Taken from the reverend Turned on by desperation You asked about salvation Like you had a plan Your twist and turn and feed on the darker side of man When I showed you my gallery of executions of this world Snapshots of the disbelieving about to meet their end You asked about the cruelty and how the death camps ran You think you really understand the darker side of man When I showed you my collection of heads Stolen from people with dreams of their own Your just curious and drawn to the darker side of man. Reaction Red - Reaction Red Reaction Red - Reaction Red You think you really understand the darker side of man. (INSTRUMENTAL)
MUSIC & VOCALS - CAL SCOTT LYRICS - NAGUAL RECORDED 2003 AT 'TROLL- LAND STUDIO'
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