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who during lifetime is good on Earth
will become an angel after death
with sight towards the sky/heaven you ask
why can one not see them
only once the clouds have gone to sleep
can one see us in the sky/heaven
we are afraid and are alone
god knows i dont want to be an angel
they live behind the sun's light
separated from us infinitely far
they need to cling to the stars
(very tightly)
so that they dont fall from the sky/heaven
only once the clouds have gone to sleep
can one see us in the sky/heaven
we are afraid and are alone
god knows i dont want to be an angel (3x)
only once the clouds have gone to sleep
can one see us in the sky/heaven
we are afraid and are alone
god knows i dont want to be an angel (4x)
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VERSE 1
Off the ceiling and onto the dance floor
Flashing colors are shimmering bright
As she watches him move, to her delight
Like a tiger she waits in advance for
Her attack when the moment is right
In the jungle of laser beams, tonight
CHORUS
Follow me / Follow me!
Your love is callin' me! Callin' me!
Take hold of me,
Like a sorceror controllin' me
Couldn't be any clearer
Upon my magic mirror, I can see
Your true nature callin' me.
VERSE 2
In a matter of moments she'll seize him
Like a lioness out of a dream
Gettin' ready to pounce with all her might
Like a kitten with yarn, she will tease him
Have him comin' apart at the seams
As they dance in the laser beams tonight
REPEAT CHORUS
credits
from Double Dragon Neon, released 11 September 2012
Vocals by Jessie Seely
Recorded by Robert Altschuler at Command Studios, Valencia CA
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PARSON: Listen, do you hear them drawing near in their search for the
sinners?
Feeding on the power of our fear and the evil within us
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread
When the demons arrive those alive would be better off dead!
BETH: There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere, in the spirit of man
PARSON: Once there was a time when I believed without hesitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all in the name of salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love, when it comes to the fight
And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might
BETH: There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help
PARSON: Didn't I warn them this would happen?
Be on guard, I said.
For the Evil One never rests.
I said exorcise the devil.
But no, they wouldn't listen.
The demons inside them grew and grew.
Until Satan gave his signal.
And destroyed the world we knew.
BETH: No, Nathaniel
Oh no Nathaniel!
No, Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love we used to know
Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The light that we have lost
PARSON: Now darkness has descended on our land and all your prayers cannot save us
Like fools we've let the devil take command of the souls that God gave us
To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we're led
When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead!
BETH: There must be something worth living for
PARSON: No, there is nothing!
BETH: There must be something worth trying for
PARSON: I don't believe it's so
BETH: Even some things worth dying for
If just one man could stand tall
There would be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
PARSON: Forget about goodness and mercy - they're gone.
Didn't I warn them...
Pray I said.
Destroy the devil, I said...
They wouldn't listen.
I could have saved the world.
But now it's too late.
Too late!!!
BETH: No, Nathaniel
Oh no, Nathaniel
No, Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love we used to know
Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The light that we have lost
PARSON: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the
pit!
JOURNALIST: The Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat,
metallic spider with huge articulated claws - but it, too, had a hood in which a Martian
sat. I watched it pursuing some people across a field. It caught them nimbly and tossed
them into a great metal basket upon its back.
PARSON: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble. Why?
Satan! Why did you take one of your own?
There is a curse on Mankind.
We may as well be resigned.
To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man
JOURNALIST: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the Parson wrestled
endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him.
Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new
machine, they were draining the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it
into their own veins.
PARSON: It's a sign! I've been given a sign! They must be cast out and I have been
chosen to do it. I must confront them now!
JOURNALIST: No, Parson, no!
PARSON: Those machines are just demons in another form! I shall destroy them with
my prayers! I shall burn them with my Holy Cross! I shall -
JOURNALIST: The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window-slit,
and a menacing claw explored the room. I dragged the Parson down to the coal
cellar. I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch. In the darkness I could see the claw
touching things, walls, coal, wood, - and then it touched my boot! I almost shouted! For
a time it was still and then, with a click, it gripped something. The Parson! With slow,
deliberate movements, his unconscious body was dragged away... and there was nothing
I could do to prevent it.
I crept to the blocked window-slit and peered through the creeper. The Martians and all
their machinery had gone! Trembling, I dug my way out and clambered to the top of the
mound. Not a Martian in sight! The day seemed dazzling bright after my imprisonment,
and the sky a glowing blue. Red Weed covered every scrap of ground, but a gentle
breeze kept it swaying and oh! the sweetness of the air!
JOURNALIST: Again, I was on my way to London, through towns and villages that
were blackened ruins, totally silent, desolate, deserted. Man's empire had passed away,
taken swiftly and without error, by these creatures who were composed entirely of
brain. Unhampered by the complex systems which make up man, they made and used
different bodies according to their needs. They never tired, never slept and never
suffered, having long since eliminated from their planet the bacteria which cause all
fevers and other morbidities.
ARTILLERYMAN: Halt! Who goes there?
JOURNALIST: Er - friend.
ARTILLERYMAN: Be on your way. This is my territory.
JOURNALIST: Your territory? What do you mean?
ARTILLERYMAN: Wait a minute - it's you! The man from Maybury Hill!
JOURNALIST: Good heavens! The Artilleryman! I thought you surely burned.
ARTILLERY MAN: I thought you surely drowned.
JOURNALIST: Have you seen any Martians?
ARTILLERYMAN: Everywhere. We're done for all right.
JOURNALIST: We can't just give up.
ARTILLERYMAN: Course we can't. It's now we've got to start fighting - but not
against them 'cos we can't win. Now we've got to fight for survival, and I reckon we can
make it. I've got a plan.
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I was meditating in that little chapel yesterday at the hospital where I work....which, when I emerged from it, seemed kind of a sleepy meditation period....really had a hard time holding focus, I felt so so tired! All day yesterday, so tired! But, you posting here brought back a very clear vision I had during that session that I had intended to remember to post but promptly forgot amidst the following fatigue. And the vision relates to the the quoted conversation above...the solution being the intent for survival in terms of quality of awareness in spite of the sense of pending doom, that was inherent in Rosy's post..which is what I tried to respond to there, but not sure if I got anything across. In the vision, I saw this gorgeous orb of light, like a crystal ball light from within....intense blue-white light...suspended in front of me. And, as I watched it, it withdrew a bit and the perspective opened up so I could see what it was attached to. It was what a statue of a woman , the figure head, was holding on the prow of a huge clipper ship...arms out in front of her holding this orb of light...the rest of the boat behind was visible but only barely...all of it silhouetted in shadow behind the orb of light. The light was the force guiding the way. Also, I could see this writhing reddish light mounting up like waves beneath the ship too. I looked down and saw what the writhing motion was. The ship was cruising along on top of a chaotic, glowing, red sea of squirming demons...taloned arms and legs and tails and ghoulish faces....the bow of the ship mounting a wake of them to each side, roiling about, as it passed over and through them. The demons couldn't get to those on the ship because the ship was moving froward strongly and riding high on top of them. But if the ship stopped....well.....you get the picture!
So the mood is of survival...but not a scrabbling desperate mood of survival. It's of a light, buoyant, even humor-ful mood of survival that laughs at ourselves and our tendencies to place a morbid spin on things....remembering DJ having CC sing that silly, assinine song in front of the vision of the death defiers who were putting him into a morbid trance with the repetitive motion of their behavior...and the ridiculous song broke the spell.
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Thats cool that you had some seeing come into being from the semi random patters
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should I take it personally? Very funny Sen!
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Lyrics to I'm Coming Home :
Oh, Life on the outside ain't what it used to be.
Y'know, the world's gone crazy,
and it ain't safe on the streets.
Well, it's a drag, I know,
there's only one place to go.
Baby, back where I come from,
I'm comin' home.
Oh, Life on the inside ain't what it used to be.
Y'know, the kids have gone crazy,
and they'll stick you for a slice of cheese.
Oh, it's a drag, I know,
there's only one place to go.
Baby, back where I come from,
I'm comin' home.
(Hey, man. I got an idea.
I know a way we can get outta here.
You know that laundry room in Cell Block Four?
Well, there's a tile that goes right through the floor.
We'll be in Mexico in a week and a half,
and we can just sit back and laugh.)
Oh, yeah!
Well, lights out, baby.
Yeah, it looks like the end for me.
Last dance comin',
it's the chicken and the rice and beans.
Well, it's a drag, I know,
but everybody's gotta go.
They're waitin' for me down below,
I'm comin' home.
Oh, yeah,
I'm comin' home.
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In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
When it gets dark, in Pigeon Park
Voice in my head, will soon be fed
By the the vultures, that circle round the dead!
In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
At night I walk this stinkin' street past the crazies on my block
And I see the same old faces and I hear that same old talk
And I'm searching for the latest thing, a break in this routine
I'm talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen
This is home, this is Mean Street
(This is) Yes-ah home, the only one I know
An' we don't worry 'bout tomorrow 'cause we're sick of these four walls
Now what you think is nothin' might be somethin' after all
Now you know this ain't no through street, the end is dead ahead
The poor folks play for keeps down here, they're the living dead
Come on down, (Huh! Ow!) down (This is) to Mean Street
They're dancin' now, look! Out on Mean Street
Dance baby!
(Guitar Solo)
It's always here and now my friend, it ain't once upon a time
It's all over but the shouting, I come to take what's mine
We're searchin' for the latest thing, a break in this routine
Talkin' some new kicks, ones like you ain't never seen
This is home, (Ooh) this is Mean Street
(This is) Yes-ah home, only one I know
(This is home) See, a gun is real easy
(This is Mean Street) in this desperate part of town
(This is home) Turns you from hunted into hunter (Yeah)
(This is Mean Street) You go an' hunt somebody down
Wait a minute, ah (This is home) Somebody said "Fair warning", Lord
(This is Mean Street) Lord, strike that poor boy down!
How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life's eternal rhyme
How very special are we
To have on our family tree
Mother Earth and Father Time
He turns the seasons around
And so she changes her gown
But they always look in their prime
They go on dancing their dance
Of every lasting romance
Mother Earth and Father Time
The summer larks return to sing
Oh what a gift they give
Then autumn days grow short and cold
Oh what a joy to live
How very special are we
For just a moment to be
Part of life's eternal rhyme
How very special are we
To have on our family tree
Mother Earth and Father Time
All right
I got something to say
Yeah, it's better to burn out
Yeah, than fade away
All right
Ow Gonna start a fire
C'mon!
Rise up! gather round
Rock this place to the ground
Burn it up let's go for broke
Watch the night go up in smoke
Rock on! Rock on!
Drive me crazier, no serenade
No fire brigade, just Pyromania
What do you want? What do you want?
I want rock'n'roll, yes I do
Long live rock'n'roll
Oh let's go, let's strike a light
We're gonna blow like dynamite
I don't care if it takes all night
Gonna set this town alight
What do you want? What do you want?
I want rock'n'roll, Allright!
Long live rock'n'roll
Rock of ages, rock of ages
Still rollin', keep a-rollin'
Rock of ages, rock of ages
Still rollin', rock'n'rollin'
Out of the blue
and into the black
They give you this,
but you pay for that
And once you're gone,
you can never come back
When you're out of the blue
and into the black.
The king is gone
but he's not forgotten
This is the story
of a Johnny Rotten
It's better to burn out
than it is to rust
The king is gone
but he's not forgotten.
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.
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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world, mad world
Mad world
"Head Like A Hole"
God money I'll do anything for you.
God money just tell me what you want me to.
God money nail me up against the wall.
God money don't want everything he wants it all.
[Bridge:]
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
head like a hole.
black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
head like a hole.
black as your soul.
I'd rather die than give you control.
[Chorus:]
bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.
bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.
God money's not looking for the cure.
God money's not concerned with the sick amongst the pure.
God money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
God money's not one to choose
"I Won't Back Down"
Well I won't back down, no I won't back down
You could stand me up at the gates of hell
But I won't back down
Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around
And I'll keep this world from draggin' me down
Gonna stand my ground and I won't back down
[Chorus:]
Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won't back down
Well I know what's right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around
But I'll stand my ground and I won't back down
Hey baby there ain't no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I won't back down
No, I won't back down
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