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Mexican Radio
written by Wall of Voodoo, from their album Call of the West I feel a hot wind on my shoulder And the touch of a world that is older I turn the switch and check the number I leave it on when in bed I slumber I hear the rhythms of the music I buy the product but never use it I hear the talking of the DJ Can't understand - just what does he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio (Radio DJ speaking in Spanish) I dial it in and tune the station They talk about the U.S. inflation I understand just a little No comprende - it's a riddle I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio (Radio DJ speaking in Spanish) I wish I was in Tijuana - Eating barbecued iguana I'd take requests on the telephone I'm on a wavelength far from home I feel the hot wind on my shoulder I dial it in from south of the border I hear the talking of the DJ - Can't understand - just what does he say? I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio Radio, Radio Radio, Radio Radio, Radio Radio, Radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio I'm on the Mexican radio I'm on the Mexican (whoa ho) radio ... Radio Radio What does he say? Radio Radio Radio |
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| 2. |
| 3:25 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:16 |
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Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance never dies My soul is given to misery And lives in sighs ... The shadows of the dead, My waken eyes may never see, Surround my bed That from which they sprung - eternity Beneath the turf The silent dead Sleep brings no wish to knit My harrassed heart beneath My only wish is to forget In the sleep of death Death is my joy I long to be at rest I wish the damp earth covered This desolate brest Beneath the mould The silent dead But the glad eyes around us Must weep as we have done And we must see the same gloom Eclipse their morning sun Oh not for them - Should we despair The grave is drear - But they're not there Their dust is mingled - With the sod Their pale souls - Are gone, to god Well, may they live in ecstasy Their long eternity of joy At least I wouldn't bring them down With me to weep, to groan And what's the future A sea beneath the cloudless sun A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea Stretching into infinity My inner sanctum R.I.P |
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| 4. |
| 3:00 |
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Ce soir la Lune reve avec plus de paresse
Ainsi qu'ne beaute sur de nombreux coussins Qui d'ne main discrete et legere caresse Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins Sur le dos satine, des molles avalanches Mourante elle se livre aux longues pamoisons Et promene ses yeux sur les visions blanches Qui montent dans l'azur comme des floraisons Quand parfois sur ce globe en sa longueur oisive Elle laisse filer une larme furtive Un poete pieu ennemi du sommeil Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pale Aux reflets urizes comme un fragment d'opale Et l'amener de son corps loin des yeux du Soleil |
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| 5. |
| 4:20 |
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Lights have faded - Euphoria is dead
Past and present - Exalt of the weird Chimerias petrified - Eclipse and suspicion Deafened stream - Babylon fell Distraction and envy, Babylon fell Festal perishing, Babylon fell Dreams drift in the frozen wind And mysteries are reborn We rose from sand and stone To follow the light's allure Tears drift in the shadows sleep Turn innocence into excess Fragments of a dying world And destiny lies beneath Sceptres of bombast - Tracks into myth Fetish and feud - Dance of recesses Fierce laughter - Banned into stone Eyes of guilt - Covered by sand |
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| 6. |
| 5:15 |
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is it addiction to prevail
or mute marble words my heart. coarse and fallen into the sand oblivion into grief millenniums perish pillars of desire therefore I have seen meurt et seduction des comptes morbides tasting rhetoric hate an attraction verified fall of luster and fake caresses mundane beggars costume of death a purified doctrine and communal repentance my mortalized quest the enigma still unborn oceans of grime and stone shores of wasted might soaring remains forfeit my visionary dream wings of lust temptation and fame temples of prowess left a man among ruins caress into oblivion |
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| 7. |
| 2:51 |
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| 8. |
| 4:33 |
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I did taste their only dream
As denial is still unborn Secrets beyond those dethroned walls And echoes of a martyr's scream Deterrent vibrates the allurements face As my barque drowns toward conquest Don't quieten the elder's tears For they've forseen our past Covered lies our remembrance As symbols turn to dust I won't dance I won't dance I won't dance within despair I won't dance The elder's orient Journey into a wicked world My body beneath the skies Erotic wishes, my heart has failed Incalculable is the surface's breath Paralyzed form - the ring of death Steps on the stairs to my silent ecstacy Caress of the mental space Thrones of fake life (Gods) didn't you believe my earthbound call? Eternal addition towards those eyes Slipping into the hidden sun Intoxicated by an endless fall |
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| 3:04 |
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This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before she sleeps On velvet backs of avalanches soft She often lies enraptured as she dies And gazes on white visions aloft Which like a blossoming to heaven rise When sometimes on this globe, in indolence She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance A poet, set against oblivion Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear This opal drop where rainbow hues appear And hides it in his breast far from the sun |
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| 10. |
| 5:59 |
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Introduction
Rex lrae ... Dream Encounter King Wrath: "You ..." Dream Voice: "... have joined your father's feast Those who saw: Essence or fall Floods of dramatic silence And words, from whom we don't know" Overture King Wrath: "Let me dream ... Flee from false ... I have tasted the weight of lust My hands on the skein of height" Dream Voice: "... A pallid death Mirage into dark The horizons echo your glance Following a detractive sleep" I am the wrath beneath the heavens The downfall's monologue Fallen into the vision of effect Quiet as gods can be Orgies of fear lnbreeding and death I have walked Carthagia's sands l've touched those buried walls I am the ... All mortal is love? Remembrance has won Breathing glorified innonce Quiescence has died therefore I am the ... Remembrance I King Wrath: "We stood before the portals of Babylon And saw it's petrified fall We tasted the wine of Persepolis, As mute as our era's breath" Dream Voice: "... Have seen your decline's symbols But carried another life Death was never a fragment of Exalting fantasy ..." Remembrance III King Wrath: "This last region - Last of fire Orgasmic cries - Tears and words Wrath and strenght - Oh, gods! For you! Before the throne ... - Death" Overture: Final King Wrath: "Fright and praise A faded light Intimate rests my book Unwritten what seems true I am the ..." Dream Voice: "Art of might! You remaining king Take your predesessor's hand You son of my Jade gift ... I am the ..." |
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| 11. |
| 1:15 |
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| 12. |
| 5:56 |
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| 13. |
| 2:05 |
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How I'd love to hear the organ
In the chapel in the moonlight While we're strolling down the aisle Where roses entwine How I'd love to hear you whisper In the chapel in the moonlight That the lovelight in your eyes Forever will shine Till the roses turn to ashes Till the organ turns to rust If you never come I'll still be there Till the moonlight turns to dust How I'd love to hear the choir In the chapel in the moonlight As they sing "Oh Promise Me" Forever be mine |
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| 4:39 |
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I stalk alone the burried seas
Dead and white, weak memories Below 0, I'm turning blue Why does the ice burn so hot Frozen waters, a strange land I know I live, as the frost bites My eyes are closed, but I can't sleep Moving forward, for sleep means death A white shroud covers me I buried myself to stay alive Time's passing slow on my pale face Beneath the snow, beneath the ice I stalk alone the burried seas Dead and white, weak memories |
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| 4:38 |
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I stalk alone the burried seas
Dead and white, weak memories Below 0, I'm turning blue Why does the ice burn so hot Frozen waters, a strange land I know I live, as the frost bites My eyes are closed, but I can't sleep Moving forward, for sleep means death A white shroud covers me I buried myself to stay alive Time's passing slow on my pale face Beneath the snow, beneath the ice I stalk alone the burried seas Dead and white, weak memories |
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