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The Good Book
06:04
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Take my advice,
I got it from my old man,
Like so very few things - too much of it's not bad,
All I ask in return is that you do what you want,
And be your own person in life.
There's lines on your face,
I can only assume that the shadow of death
Has crept gleefully back,
To haunt you - like it did old King Macbeth,
A sad thing, really,
It seems we have these aspirations and a blood-stained crown in common
Let your conscience rest in the sun,
Nothing you've done can be that bad,
I mean - I forgive you, and God hasn't struck you down,
With a mighty bolt of lightning,
So you must be alright.
There's no such thing as unanswered prayers,
It's either yes, or you get told no,
If God is good and God is great,
Then it's probably just as well you didn't get what you want,
Because collectively, we humans probably don't deserve it.
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2. |
The Divine Sister Rose
06:32
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3. |
Honey Bear
04:57
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I'd never hurt you, baby,
And I know that even if you had the chance,
To get away with it, honey,
You wouldn't hurt me either,
And that tastes resoundingly sweet.
And the cold winds blow,
They fill the caverns below,
Turn good feelings to ice,
But you and your honey,
Taste sweeter than life.
You're my pot of honey, baby,
Pot of honey, glowing,
Pot of honey - like a sunny pool of light,
And I'm your fuzzy, warm,
Brown Honey Bear.
And I'm closing in on water,
Naked before the eyes of the Gods,
And I choose to worship you,
And your honey pot,
Here I stand,
As if somehow alive,
Face painted gold,
Divine honey - honey divine,
Doesn't fall far from the hive.
And it's a jungle out there,
I'm not a bird or a monkey,
I can't fly or climb,
But with a taste of your honey,
Living by this stream,
Life is a dream.
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4. |
Goddess
05:33
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How could I be so impressionable that a picture of you stirs the beast in me?
And how could I be so starry-eyed that just thinking of you - a stranger, motivates me?
And how can I sing and be nonchalant, when you're in the front row - your very own stage for me?
I used to think you were magnificent, but now you just terrify me.
I'll kneel.
I don't need to stand.
You're a Goddess,
A Goddess.
I'll bow,
And I'll kiss your hand,
You're a Goddess,
A Goddess.
When I'm high and I'm lying in my bed,
I can see what the afterlife is like,
But this life with you here will do.
I remember when we met - I let slip a Hallelujah that day,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Through love we can all be saved.
I'll kneel - I don't need to stand,
You're a Goddess,
A Goddess,
I'll bow, and I'll kiss your hand,
You're a Goddess,
A Goddess.
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5. |
The Devil & I
06:08
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I said "Love is bigger in the end,
Than anything you or I have planned."
And the Devil held his cards even closer.
I've fought for love,
I've lived for love,
I've walked the lonely road for love,
And at times - for laugh, I've laughed in the face of danger.
And as to whether love beats the demon,
Well it's anybody's guess,
But I'm not just anybody,
I'm fixin' to know for sure.
He said to me in my youth,
If you take me by the hand,
I can save you from all the pain,
That this life has to offer.
But I just said "Love is bigger in the end,
than anything you or I have planned."
And he accepted my challenge.
So when he's out at sea,
And a storm's trying all in vain,
I know he thinks only of me,
And how - with a single embrace,
I threaten to defeat him entirely.
When he was done with my wife,
He hung up on the line,
And left her lying by her bedside - dead,
With the telephone wire she'd wrapped 'round her own neck.
Her hair was the colour of Autumn trees,
And when she sighed the birds would chirp,
For they too love a gentle breeze.
Love is bigger in the end,
Than anything you or I have planned,
And I plan to tell her how I've missed her,
If I ever do get to see her again.
And he's cruel,
The beast - he torments me,
Laughs at me when I'm lonely,
I'm older now, but I believe I'm game.
And on the bed where I played that last hand dead,
The devil towered over me,
And laid his hand upon my tired face,
He said a number of things,
But when he named me "old friend",
That's when I knew I had convinced him,
Of something after all.
Maybe that love is bigger in the end,
Than anything you or I have planned,
As his subjects of unfathomable evil,
Huddle over in the corner
Love is bigger in the end,
Than anything you or I have planned.
This is it.
I'm going down.
A disappearing king,
With a transparent crown,
If the nurse walks in,
And she has two eyes,
She'll see - plain as day,
That I've already died,
I don't care if an angel floats in,
With a goldmine between her thighs,
If all the dogs are barking in heaven,
She won't bother, man,
Because I've already died.
The devil wiped a real tear from his eye,
Put his top hat on,
And shot me with both barrels.
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