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  • Obscured by Clouds
    Obscured by Clouds  
    (Instrumental)
     
    When You're In
     
    (Instrumental)
     
    Burning Bridges
     
    Bridges burning gladly
    Merging with the shadows,
    Flickering between the lines.
    Stolen moments floating softly on the air,
    Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher.
     
    Ancient bonds are breaking,
    Moving on and changing sides.
    Dreaming of a new day,
    Cast aside the other way.
    Magic visions stirring,
    Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.
     
    The doorway stands ajar,
    The walls that once were high.
    Beyond the gilded cage,
    Beyond the reach of ties.
    The moment is at hand.
    She breaks the golden band.
     
     
    The Gold it's in The...
     
    Come on, my friends,
    Let's make for the hills.
    They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.
    You can get your hands on whatever we find,
    Because I'm only coming along for the ride.
     
    Well, you go your way,
    I'll go mine.
    I don't care if we get there on time.
    Everybody's searching for something, they say.
    I'll get my kicks on the way.
    Over the mountains, across the seas
    Who knows what will be waiting for me?
    I could sail forever to strange sounding names.
    Faces of people and places don't change.
     
    All I have to do is just close my eyes
    To see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies.
    All I want to tell you, all I want to say
    Is count me in on the journey.
    Don't expect me to stay.
     
     
    Wots...uh the Deal
     
    Heaven sent the promised land
    Looks alright from where I stand
    Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
     
    Waiting on the first step
    Show where the key is kept
    Point me down the right line because it's time
     
    To let me in from the cold
    Turn my lead into gold
    Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
    And I think I'm growing old
     
    Flash the red is wots...uh the deal
    Got to make to the next meal
    Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
     
    Mile after mile
    Stone after stone
    Turn to speak but you're alone
    Million mile from home you're on your own
     
    So let me in from the cold
    Turn my lead into gold
    Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
    And I think I'm growing old
     
    Fire bright by candlelight
    And her by my side
    And if she prefers we will never stir again
     
    Someone said the promised land
    And I grabbed it with both hands
    Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
     
    Hear me shout "Come on in,
    What's the news and where you been?"
    Cause there's no wind left in my soul
    And I've grown old
     
     
    Mudmen
     
    (Instrumental)
     
    Childhood's End
     
    You shout in your sleep.
    Perhaps the price is just too steep.
    Is your conscience at rest
    If once put to the test?
    You awake with a start
    To just the beating of your heart.
    Just one man beneath the sky,
    Just two ears, just two eyes.
     
    You set sail across the sea
    Of long past thoughts and memories.
    Childhood's end, your fantasies
    Merge with harsh realities.
    And then as the sail is hoist,
    You find your eyes are growing moist.
    All the fears never voiced
    Say you have to make your final choice.
     
    Who are you and who am I
    To say we know the reason why?
    Some are born; some men die
    Beneath one infinite sky.
    There'll be war, there'll be peace.
    But everything one day will cease.
    All the iron turned to rust;
    All the proud men turned to dust.
    And so all things, time will mend.
    So this song will end.
     
     
    Free Four
     
    The memories of a man in his old age
    Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
    You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
    And talk to yourself as you die.
     
    Life is a short, warm moment
    And death is a long cold rest.
    You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
    Eighty years, with luck, or even less.
     
    So all aboard for the American tour,
    And maybe you'll make it to the top.
    And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
    You may find it hard to get off.
     
    You are the angel of death
    And I am the dead man's son.
    And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
    And everyone is still in the run.
     
    And who is the master of foxhounds?
    And who says the hunt has begun?
    And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
    And who beats the funeral drum?
     
    The memories of a man in his old age
    Are the deeds of a man in his prime.
    You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
    And talk to yourself till you die.
     
     
    Stay
     
    Stay and help me to end the day.
    And of you don't mind,
    We'll break a bottle of wine.
    Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,
    Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.
    Midnight blue burning gold.
    A yellow moon is growing cold.
     
    I rise, looking through my morning eyes,
    Surprised to find you by my side.
    Rack my brain to try to remember your name
    To find the words to tell you good-bye.
    Morning dues.
    Newborn day.
    Midnight blue turned to gray.
    Midnight blue burning gold.
    A yellow moon is growing cold.
     
     
    Absolutely Curtains
     
    (Instrumental)

     

     


      

     

     


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