- Three of a Perfect Pair
- Model Man
- Sleepless
- Man With an Open Heart
- Nuages (That Which Passes, Passes Like Clouds)
- Industry
- Dig Me
- No Warning
- Larks' Tongues in Aspic Part III
THREE OF A PERFECT PAIR
She is suspectible
He is impossible
They have their cross to share
Three Of A Perfect Pair...
He has his contradicting views
She has her psychopathic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a Perfect Pair...
One, one too many
Schizophrenic tendancies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it aggrevated
And full of this hopelessness
what a perfect mess...
He has his contradicting views
She has her psychopathic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a Perfect Pair...
One, one too many schizophrenic tendancies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it so aggrevated
And full of this hopelessness
Oh, what a perfect mess
One, one too many schizophrenic tendancies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it aggrevated
And full of this hopelessness
Oh, what a perfect mess
One, one too many schizophrenic tendanices
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it so aggrevated
And full of this hopelessness
She is suspectible
He is impossible
They have their cross to share
Three Of A Perfect Pair...
He has his contradicting views
She has her psychopathic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a Perfect Pair...
One, one too many
Schizophrenic tendancies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it aggrevated
And full of this hopelessness
what a perfect mess...
He has his contradicting views
She has her psychopathic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a Perfect Pair...
One, one too many schizophrenic tendancies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it so aggrevated
And full of this hopelessness
Oh, what a perfect mess
One, one too many schizophrenic tendancies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it aggrevated
And full of this hopelessness
Oh, what a perfect mess
One, one too many schizophrenic tendanices
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it so aggrevated
And full of this hopelessness
Oh, what a perfect mess
MODEL MAN
Look for the signs
Look for the symptoms
Look for the sight
Calm before the storm
I feel the silence
I feel the signals
I feel the strain
Tension in my heard
Well, what more can be said...
Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...
Look for the signs
Look for the symptoms
Look for the slight
Calm before the storm
I feel the silence
I feel the signals
I feel the strain
Tension in my head
Well, what more can be said...
Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...
Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...
MODEL MAN
Look for the signs
Look for the symptoms
Look for the sight
Calm before the storm
I feel the silence
I feel the signals
I feel the strain
Tension in my heard
Well, what more can be said...
Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...
Look for the signs
Look for the symptoms
Look for the slight
Calm before the storm
I feel the silence
I feel the signals
I feel the strain
Tension in my head
Well, what more can be said...
Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...
Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...
Look for the signs
SLEEPLESS
In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
With a swell of panic and pain
My veins are aching for the distant reef
In the crush of emotional waves...
Alright get a hold of yourself
And don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, the rumble in your eyes
It's alright, to feel a little fear
And don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, you wake in your bed
Silhouettes, like shivering ancient feelings
The cover my foreign floors and walls
Submarines are lurking in the foggy ceiling
They keep me sleepless at night
Alright get a hold of yourself
And don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, the rumble in your ears
It's alright, to feel a little fear
And don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, you wake up in your bed...
Hey, can you picture the sight
The figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight... hey!
Can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
SLEEPLESS
In the dream I fall into the sleepless sea
With a swell of panic and pain
My veins are aching for the distant reef
In the crush of emotional waves...
Alright get a hold of yourself
And don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, the rumble in your eyes
It's alright, to feel a little fear
And don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, you wake in your bed
Silhouettes, like shivering ancient feelings
The cover my foreign floors and walls
Submarines are lurking in the foggy ceiling
They keep me sleepless at night
Alright get a hold of yourself
And don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, the rumble in your ears
It's alright, to feel a little fear
And don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, you wake up in your bed...
Hey, can you picture the sight
The figures on the beach in the searing night
and the roaring hurt of my silent fight... hey!
Can you pull me out
of this sleepless night
can you pull me out?...
MAN WITH AN OPEN HEART
She wouldn't need to be a bird without a ring
Or be a servant to a telephone ring
She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed...
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
She could be moody, dramatic as a play
Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
Could be irregular, singing in her underwear
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
Her wild and wise womanly
Introspectiveness
Her faults and files of foolishness
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
MAN WITH AN OPEN HEART
She wouldn't need to be a bird without a ring
Or be a servant to a telephone ring
She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed...
It wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
She could be moody, dramatic as a play
Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
Could be irregular, singing in her underwear
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now...
Her wild and wise womanly
Introspectiveness
Her faults and files of foolishness
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Wouldn't matter to a man with an open heart
Here comes right now... (x4)
NUAGES (THAT WHICH PASSES, PASSES LIKE CLOUDS)
NUAGES (THAT WHICH PASSES, PASSES LIKE CLOUDS)
(Instrumental)
INDUSTRY
INDUSTRY
(Instrumental)
DIG ME
It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons toothy grills and car parts before me... the acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my porns, and rots my upholstery...
DIG ME
It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancor like tire irons toothy grills and car parts before me... the acid rain floods my floorboard, burns my porns, and rots my upholstery...
once I was worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty angry bay...
I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die here
I'm ready to ride...
My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue...
I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die here
I'm ready to ride...
My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue...
my body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal relics...
what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty, but this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway...
Dig me.. But don't... Bury me
NO WARNING
Dig me.. But don't... Bury me
NO WARNING
(Instrumental)
LARKS' TONGUES IN ASPIC (PART III)
LARKS' TONGUES IN ASPIC (PART III)
(Instrumental)
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