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A sailor's curse
04:18
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I was a poor sailor and worked all day,
Was whipped and beaten, couldn’t get away.
We forged a plan, we made a pact,
There was no doubt, we had to act.
The captain’s gone, thrown overboard
We sail the seas in search of gold
The seas are vast, there is no king.
We make our laws and won’t forgive.
We live like rats and act like fools,
The world deserves the mercy we give.
Hey-Ho, Hey-Ho, Heee!
Hey-Ho, Hey-Ho, Heee!
On the horizon is rising a sail,
This is our chance, we will prevail.
Get your dagger, load your pistol,
Soldiers putt you in prison.
We attack the ship, we slay the men,
Take the prize and those who remain!
The seas are vast, there is no king.
We make our laws and won’t forgive.
We live like rats and act like fools,
The world deserves the mercy we give.
Hey-Ho, Hey-Ho, Heee!
Hey-Ho, Hey-Ho, Heee!
We live in the middle of a storm,
Men and nature fighting.
Sometimes we wish to land on a shore,
Where we could stop the hiding.
But when the sea is glowing gold,
We know there’s only one way to go.
The seas are vast, there is no king.
We make our laws and won’t forgive.
We live like rats and act like fools,
The world deserves the mercy we give.
Hey-Ho, Hey-Ho, Heee!
Hey-Ho, Hey-Ho, Heee!
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2. |
Stepping westward
04:36
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‘Twould be a wildish destiny,
If we, who thus together roam
In a strange Land, and far from home,
Were in this place the guests of Chance:
Yet who would stop, or fear to advance,
Though home or shelter he had none,
With such a sky to lead him on?
What, you are stepping westward — Yeah
You are stepping westward
You are stepping westward — Yeah
You are stepping westward
The dewy ground was dark and cold;
Behind, all gloomy to behold;
And stepping westward seemed to be
A kind of heavenly destiny:
I liked the greeting; ‘twas a sound
Of something without place or bound;
And seemed to give me spiritual right
To travel through that region bright.
What, you are stepping westward — Yeah
You are stepping westward
You are stepping westward — Yeah
You are stepping westward
The voice was soft, and she who spake
Was walking by her native lake:
The salutation had to me
The very sound of courtesy:
Its power was felt; and while my eye
Was fixed upon the glowing Sky,
The echo of the voice enwrought
A human sweetness with the thought
Of travelling through the world that lay
Before me in my endless way.
What, you are stepping westward — Yeah
You are stepping westward
You are stepping westward — Yeah
You are stepping westward
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3. |
Share my umbrella
03:22
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The rain falls down your shoulders, on your hair;
I see our reflection on the street;
All the mountains are out of sight,
Hidden by clouds.
I have to share my umbrella with you,
‘Cause I can’t change the weather
And I can’t change you.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t cahnge you.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t cahnge you.
No one’s on the street but us and the train,
Coming from a magic world.
I know my steps and you know yours,
Splashing fast.
I have to share my umbrella with you,
‘Cause I can’t change the weather
And I can’t change you.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t cahnge you.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t cahnge you.
I cannot patch, I cannot sew,
Bad habits stay as the grew.
There is nothing I can do about it
Nor can you, nor can you, nor can you.
Water falls steadily on our side,
It is better to share
than to fight.
To share, to share, to share than to fight.
To share, to share, to share than to fight.
I have to share my umbrella with you,
‘Cause I can’t change the weather
And I can’t change you.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t cahnge you.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t cahnge you.
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4. |
Manon
04:26
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Fly, fly you butterfly,
They dont see, what you see.
Can’t take judge upon your light.
They seal, wehere their mind would flee,
What queries their beliefs, my pretty baby.
How cruel the world has gone,
where we don’t belong, my pretty darling.
Fly, fly you butterly,
I’m coming back to you.
Smash all the bondage you’ve been through.
They seal, wehere their mind would flee,
What queries their beliefs, my pretty baby.
How cruel the world has gone,
where we don’t belong, my pretty darling.
Oh, when the stars shine bright,
I commited a crime.
He screamed like a lullaby to me,
All i glimpsed was the key to be.
Oh, when the time was right,
I commited a crime.
Wrested from the cage,
Isn’t it sage to die dry, baby.
Ran for our lives,
Melted by, forever darling.
They seal, wehere their mind would flee,
What queries their beliefs, my pretty baby.
How cruel the world has gone,
where we don’t belong, my pretty darling.
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