1.A Sorcerer's Pledge
See the lovers all gone crazy
looking for romance it seems
many sleepless nights will follow
some may lose but some succeed
Love at first sight
what they want is...
love at first sight
Make a play of lust intention
only just one thing in mind
make a slip could be forever
wedding bells, the shotgun kind
Love at first sight
what they want is...
love at first sight
Mouse takes the bait
so soon as he leaves his seat
there's no escape, very soon their eyes will meet
Love at first sight etc.
Take your partner to surrender
then your misdemeanour's done
sacrifice of maidenhood
but little boys must have their fun
Love at first sight.
2.Black Stone Weilder
You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
Then you stagger down to meet the dawn
You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss
You know it keeps you born
You get to know a morning face
You get to join the human race
You get to know the world
Has passed you by
Who cares？ You might be dead
Who cares？ You stayed in bed
Who cares？ You wrote the note
Who cares？ You might have spoke
Wake up!
You take a snack to fill the gap
And then you're ready for another shift
Your attention was diverted
By the girl who smiled and made the lift
The radio is blaring out
It's in one ear and then it's out
You didn't notice that the record's over
Who cares？ You might be dead
Who cares？ You stayed in bed
Who cares？ You wrote the note
Who cares？ You might have spoke
Wake up!
In the road a crowd had gathered
And a man was close to dead
The blood is running down the gutter
While you're yawning, nothing's said
His body's wriggling like an eel
They got no sense, no touch, no feel
Somebody better go and get a blanket
Who cares？ You might be dead
Who cares？ You stayed in bed
Who cares？ You wrote the note
Who cares？ You might have spoke
Who cares？
3.Black Stone Wielder
Here comes President Kill again, surrounded by all of his
killing
men. Telling us who, why, where and when, President Kill wants
killing again.
Hooray, ring out the bells, King Conscience is dead. Hooray, now
back in your cells, we've President Kill instead.
Here comes President Kill again. Broadcasting from his killing
den.
Dressed in pounds and dollars and yen, President Kill wants
killing
again.
Hooray, hang out the flags, Queen Caring is dead. Hooray, we'll
stack body bags, for President Kill instead.
Ain't democracy wonderful, them Russians can't win! Ain't
democracy
wonderful？ Lets us vote someone like that in.
Here comes President Kill again, from pure White House to Number
10.
Taking lives with a smoking pen, President Kill wants killing
again.
Hooray, everything's great, now President Kill is dead. Hooray,
I'll bet you can't wait, to vote for President Kill instead...
4.Crystal Ball
Have you seen Jackie？
He's a strange strange strange little girl
Make up on his face and his hair in curls
Have you seen Jackie？
She's a strange strange strange little boy
Her long black beard is her pride and joy
And all the children follow him around
And all the grownups try to drag her down
So we sing
Hey, leave Jackie alone
Hey, his pigeons have flown
Hey, she's never at home at all these days
Leave Jackie alone
Have you seen Jackie？
He's an odd odd odd little fish
To fly around is his only wish
Have you seen Jackie？
She's a queer queer queer little bird
Shy and quiet neither scene nor herd
And all the rats will follow him around
The dogs and cats will chase her from the town
And we sing
Hey, leave Jackie alone
Hey, his mind is all blown
Hey, she's not on the phone at all these days
Leave Jackie alone
Jackie couldn't decide if he was a girl
Or if she was a boy
Have you seen Jackie？
5.Demon's Gate
Towers of London
when they had built you
did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
when they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell
Pavements of gold leading to the underground
Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around
fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound
spikes in the rails to their very own heaven
Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high
merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by
rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry
for the bridge that doesn't go
in the direction of Dublin
And I've seen it in a painting
and I've seen it in engraving
and I've seen it in their faces
clear as children's chalk lines on the paving
Towers of London
la la Londinium.
6.Solitude
I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no
I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no
I say it really doesn't matter where I put my finger
Someone else will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated game
A little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the left,
no
A little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the right,
no
I said it doesn't really matter where you part your hair
Someone else will come along and move it and it's
Always been the same
It's just a complicated game
A little boy asked me should he put his vote upon the left, no
A little boy asked me should he put his vote upon the right, no
I say it really doesn't matter where you put your vote
Someone else will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated game
They wanted Tom
They wanted Joe
To dress 'em up and stick 'em out on show
They were arrows in a very bad aim
It's just a complicated game
God asked me should he ought to put his world on the left, no
God asked me should he ought to put his world on the right, no
I said God, it really doesn't matter where you put your world
Someone will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated
Game
7.Under the oak
High climbs the summer sun
High stands the corn
And tonight when my work is done
We will borrow your father's carriage
We will drink and prepare for marriage
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus： Shilling for the fellow who brings the sheep in
Shilling for the fellow who milks the herd
Shilling for the fellow with a wife for keeping
How can we feed love on a farmboy's wages？
Deep under winter snow
Deep lay the lambs
And tonight by the full moon's glow
Flask of wine on my feather bedding
We will drink and prepare for wedding
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus
People think that I'm no good
Painting pictures carving wood
be a rich man if I could
But the only job I do well is here on the farm
On the farm
And it's breaking my back
We will borrow your father's carriage
We will drink and prepare for marriage
Soon my darling, soon my darling
Chorus
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