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Intro
01:46
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Close the Door
03:11
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I close the door it makes me smile
I go away a little while
From the house I call my home
through the wide world i will roam
I say good-by and walk away
we will meet another day
but for now i leave this town
I want to be just on my own
Good-bye everybody
I wanna go another way
Good-bye everybody
We'll meet again another day
I put my feet on other places
want to see some different faces
I want to find the greener grass
Maybe yet another lass
I wanna be just somewhere new
and for now i make it true
Leave you all and walk away
Into the light of the brand new day
I travel as long as I am free
and there are places left to see
I like the breeze around my nose
there is never an overdose!
Looking back the way i came
I can see that all is right
I won't regret what I have done
Cause nothing done is ever wrong
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Dimna Juda mamo grad gradila
Dimna Juda mamo grad gradila
Dimna Juda mamo grad gradila
Na planina mamo na Vlaina
Na planina mamo na Vlaina
Sto je holje mamo pobivala
Sve ergenji mamo za glavenje
Sto je holje mamo pobivala
Sve ergenji mamo za glavenje
Sve ergenji mamo za glavenje
Sto je price mamo zapricala
Se devojke mamo za mazenje
Sto je price mamo zapricala
Se devojke mamo za mazenje
Se devojke mamo za mazenje
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The Story of life
04:24
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Say, what is life? 'T is to be born;
A helpless Babe, to greet the light
With a sharp wail, as if the morn
Foretold a cloudy noon and night;
To weep, to sleep, and weep again,
With sunny smiles between; and then?
And then apace the infant grows
To be a laughing, puling boy,
Happy, despite his little woes,
Were he but conscious of his joy;
To be, in short, from two to ten,
A merry, moody Child; and then?
What do you want to achieve in life?
What is it that you wanna be?
And then, in coat and trousers clad,
To learn to say the Decalogue,
And break it; an unthinking Lad,
With mirth and mischief all agog;
A truant oft by field and fen
To capture butterflies; and then?
And then, increased in strength and size,
To be, anon, a Youth full-grown;
A hero in his mother's eyes,
A young Apollo in his own;
To imitate the ways of men
In fashionable sins; and then?
And then, at last, to be a Man;
To fall in love; to woo and wed;
With seething brain to scheme and plan;
To gather gold, or toil for bread;
To sue for fame with tongue or pen,
And gain or lose the prize; and then?
And then in gray and wrinkled Eld
To mourn the speed of life's decline;
To praise the scenes his youth beheld,
And dwell in memory of Lang-Syne;
To dream awhile with darkened ken,
Then drop into his grave; and then?
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Wake up
03:16
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Down you fall into the rabbit hole
The place you ever wanted to see
And you swallow the red pill
To view what's hiding underneath
And deep down in your basement
There is a hole leading somewhere
And everyday when your on your way
You see a door to a garden wild and green
You want to wake up
You wanna shake up everything
Want to believe in something new
And want to break up every rule
And there is a world behind your mirror
Where every dream comes true
But you're the only one to go there
And have to leave everything
There is a stairway in the rooftop
Noone knows to where it goes
But you know that if you go there
You won't miss what you have left.
You want to break out
Leave everything you ever knew
You want to find a new beginning
And forget the dreams your world’s based on
And you walk down to the harbor
Ready to go somewhere new
And you would take the first train
That is going anywhere
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8. |
Fair Ellen of Radcliffe
06:47
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FAIR ELLEN OF RADCLIFFE.
There was a lord of worthy fame,
And a hunting he would ride,
Attended by a noble traine
Of gentrye by his side.
And while he did in chase remaine
To see both sport and playe,
His lady went, as she did feigne,
Unto the church to praye.
This lord he had a daughter deare,
Whose beauty shone so bright,
She was beloved both far and neare
Of many a lord and knight.
Fair Ellen was this maiden call'd;
A creature faire was she;
She was her father's only joye,
As you shall after see.
Therefore her cruel stepmother
Did envye her so muche,
That day by day she sought her life,
Her malice it was suche.
She bargain'd with the master-cook
To take her life awaye;
And, taking of her daughter's book,
She thus to her did saye:—
"Go home, sweet daughter, I thee praye,
Go hasten presentlie;
And tell unto the master-cook
These words that I tell thee:
"And bid him dress to dinner streight
That faire and milk-white doe
That in the parke doth shine so bright,
There's none so faire to showe."
This ladye, fearing of no harme,
Obey'd her mother's will;
And presently she hasted home
Her pleasure to fulfill.
She streight into the kitchen went
Her message for to tell;
And there she spied the master-cook,
Who did with malice swell.
"Nowe, master-cook, it must be soe,
Do that which I thee tell;
You needs must dresse the milk-white doe,
Which you do knowe full well."
Then streight his cruell, bloody hands
He on the ladye laid,
Who quivering and shaking stands,
While thus to her he sayd:—
"Thou art the doe that I must dresse;
See here, behold my knife;
For it is pointed, presentlye
To ridd thee of thy life."
O then cried out the scullion-boye,
As loud as loud might bee,—
"O, save her life, good master-cook,
And make your pyes of mee!
"For pitye's sake do not destroye
My ladye with your knife;
You knowe shee is her father's joye;
For Christe's sake save her life."
"I will not save her life," he sayd,
"Nor make my pyes of thee;
Yet, if thou dost this deed bewraye,
Thy butcher I will bee."
Now when his lord he did come home
For to sit downe and eat,
He called for his daughter deare,
To come and carve his meat.
"Nowe sit you downe," his ladye said,
"O sit you downe to meat;
Into some nunnery she is gone:
Your daughter deare forget."
Then solemnlye he made a vowe,
Before the companie,
That he would neither eat nor drinke
Until he did her see.
O then bespake the scullion-boye
With a loud voice so hye—
"If now you will your daughter see,
My lord, cut up that pye,
"Wherein her flesh is minced small,
And parched with the fire;
All caused by her stepmother,
Who did her death desire.
"And cursed bee the master-cook,
O cursed may he bee!
I proffer'd him my own heart's blood,
From death to set her free."
Then all in blacke this lorde did mourne,
And, for his daughter's sake,
He judged her cruel stepmother
To bee burnt at a stake.
Likewise he judg'd the master-cook
In boiling lead to stand;
And made the simple scullion-boye
The heire of all his land.
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10. |
Twa Corbiez
03:32
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As I was walking all alone
I heard twa corbiez cry and moan
The one onto the other did say-o
Where shall we go and dine today-o?
Where shall we go and dine today?
Out beyond that old high dike
I know there lies a murdered knight
And no-one knows that he lies there-o
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o
His hawk and his hound and his lady fair
That’s all who know that he lies there
His hound is to the hunting gone
His hawk to fetch the wild bird home
His lady loves another knight-o
So we may make our dinner sweet-o
So we may make our dinner sweet
So you may sit on his white thigh
And I'll peck out his bonny blue eyes
And with a lock of his golden hair-o
We'll fix our nest when it grows bare-o
We'll fix our nest when it grows bare
With a lock of his golden hair
There's many a one for him does moan
But none will know where he is gone
And o'er his bones when they lie bare-o
The wind will blow forever more-o
The wind will blow forever more
As I was walking all alone
I heard twa corbiez cry and moan
Memorize the words that they just said-o
And keep your friends close to your side-o
And keep your friends close to your side
Memorize the words that they just said
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11. |
Outro
05:07
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