The Twelve Days Of ChristmasOn the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
Airship PirateOur fire's high and the airbag's tight,
Food's low but the skies are bright
Props spinning all through the night,
We're low on cash but we've seen another target
Goggles down, and the cannons up
My blood starts pumping as I drain my cup
I give the wheel a spin and I turn this girl around,
Airship PiratesOur fires high and the airbags tight
Food's low but the skies are bright
Props spinning all through the night
We're low on cash but seen another target
Goggles down and the cannons up
My blood starts pumping as I drain my cup
I give the wheel a spin and I turn this girl around
All the Myths are TrueLyrics to All The Myths Are True :
Our ancient nightmares, the ghostly legends,
And fiendish tales, all the myths are true.
Scientists have unearthed enormous skeletons
They think we've disproved that all the myths are true.
"Year after year, science finds explanations, scientific reasons behind all the legends. They think this proves history was not as myth has
shown it, but in fact it proves that all the myths were true."
Ancient WorldThe ancient world is crumbling
Replaced with synthetic blend
If we don't do something soon
Mankind's last beauty will end
This palace withstood the test of time
This mosque endures all days
Now stand by for the dynamite
Armor and FlightHe could fly.
it was his job.
Across battle fields,
And bloody bogs.
Spread his wings,
Took the skies.
And he was safe
AutomationAutomaton fights for his family
Protecting them from the threats all around
But deep in his chest is one broken gear
It keeps his feet dragging on the ground
Well, it burns when he runs, and he coughs when he jumps
It grinds and it scrapes when he flies
He's not sure if he's going to get another one
Beautiful DeclineFingers of rust gently intertwine
Lace the seams of sacrifice in beautiful decline
Catalysis of creations of all that was mankind
Pull our corruption towards nature,
The state that's predefined
Rust forms, bringing it all down
Wood rots, and into the ground
Black DayI see the world with my eyes open
I see the world through lidless eyes
I see a world that is sick with self-loathing
Nothing in the nothing to mystify
CHORUS
Black day, Black night
Flesh is burnt us under in the broad daylight
Blowing Off SteamWhere's the tattooed muscle men
with furled brows a-pullin'?
Where's the buxom fashion queen
with thin-aired curls a-curlin'?
Where's the angry nomad minstrel
growlin' out a lullaby?
Where's the edgy circus folk?
Or have they said goodbye?
BreatheI wish I could breath, I wish I could stand.
I wish I had a chance here holding your hand.
Wish I could speak, I wish could talk
I wish I could breathe
Since the first day, I was alive,
I feared we would meet here in the misty outside
I wanted to run, I wanted to hide
Building SteamI, I've suffered long enough in this ghost town
I saw the walls, called their bluff and tore them down
When I think of all the time I've wasted
All the bitter pills I've tasted
I have to hang my head and frown
I, I've suffered long enough in this ghost town
Buy The Captain RumOoooh, A captain's life seems elegant
With far more booze than regiment.
He's required to provide
For all the crew aboard.
When provisions are running short,
And if the ship is far from port,
The Cap himself must sacrifice
Child Kingcross from me sat the new emperor, Hardly 13
And I asked him why he cried
No one stays around anymore, I cannot guess why
In my world they should try
I asked how loyal are your subjects
"Not" was the child king's reply, "Rarely will they comply"
Clone FactoriesI'm alive.
And I'm kicking,
And I'm screaming
And I breathe
For the first time.
And I think,
My first real thoughts.
They are unique
Dear OpheliaПрелестная Офелия, я так люблю Вас, милая.
Простите мне отсутствие здесь, подле вас, любимая.
О, Милая Офелия, вы душу рвете мне,
Второй уж месяц кряду он возлежит в земле.
Любезная Офелия, простите, что я лгал.
Я вас невестой милой вовек себе избрал.
Когда ж со всем я разберусь - Вам будет пир и лад,
Мне жаль, что ненароком стал вашей жизнью ад.
DowntroddenOnce I was complete,
The earth, firm, under my feet,
My back was strong, my body fleet,
Now I ache allover.
I learned each virtue I was told
I worked hard to avoid the mold
But as I saw my life unfold
False ProphecyI reached from the darkness
I saw the day
And now I'm awake
And in my darkness
I found the way
To transcend my fate
I took a step toward the light of day
I took a step toward the light of day
Fifteen men on the dead man's chestFifteen men on the dead man's chest
Drink and the devil had done for the rest.
The mate was fixed with the bosun's pike
and the bosun brained with a marlin-spike.
Cookie's throat was marked belike
It had been clutched by fingers ten.
And there they lay, all good dead men,
Like break o' day in a boozing den
Fix the Boat or SwimSpoken sample:
(?) tonight. (?) Cincinnati (?)
Sung:
You've got to fix the boat
Or get out and swim
You don't sit there, bitching, sinking
Clean up that mess you're in!
Herr Drosselmeyer's DollHerr Drosselmeyer's Doll
There she is on the stage
Spinning as she sprawls
Thank God the curtains fall
Her spring is sprung
And dances done
Spinning as she sprawls
Thank God the curtains fall
Hired GunHe ain’t here for your revolution.
he’s only here for gold
and he’ll take his pay,
on any day,
from any army in the fold.
He didn’t come cause he loves your company.
Didn’t come ‘cuase shared your views.
Holy WarDeath hue falling on the faces of the streets
lost children as the mortar fire broken in
Nights cold, slipping through the cracks
breaking through the cracks of crumbling plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel it claws but the pain of a bullet would
burn much hotter in the spot like,
mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls.
HushI have marched,
for years on end.
My comrades fell,
as I defend,
The goals I set.
My armies fled,
fell as they ran,
trampled our dead.
I Am Stretched on Your GraveI am stretched on your grave
And I'll lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree, my brightness,
It's time we were together
For I smell of the Earth
And I'm worn by the weather.
I'm Glad I Lost YouI'm glad I lost you
I wander alone on frozen cobblestone
I think, "it's been years
Since I saw if you're home"
I could sure use a friend on this
Dark lonesome night on my own
I've Been Wrong BeforeI don't believe in UFOs and little men from Mars
I don't believe in magic lamps bought at junk bazaars
I don't believe the world will ever be without a war
I don't believe a lot of things--
But I've been wrong before!
I don't believe the souls of man can haunt you after life.
I don't believe the world hangs on the edge of a knife.
JealousyJealousy's a beast
When it rears its ugly head
No weapon can defeat it
Nothing will make it dead
You can hit the beast with sympathy
Or just show that you don't heed it
Or hit the beast with generosity
KineBring a line of the people
Bring down, scoop 'em up.
Take the life from the people,
Go down, and move up.
This is were I reveal myself,
Were I show that I'm not fine.
Can't follow the cattle people,
Letters Between A Little Boy And Himself As An AdultRobert as boy:
Dear Mr. Brown,
One day I’ll be you and
Although I’m only eight now,
You need to hear my rules
Never stop playing
Never stop dreaming and
And be careful not to
LoveGentle? I think that you're mistaken
Delicate? I went through that phase
Tender? Want me to say I love you?
Love? I heard it's all the rage
I run my tongue down white marbled flesh
In my hand leather, of harness on breast
Reaching around, I claw at your cheeks
My LifeMy love
My life
My band
My wife
I get lost
I get used
Take the praise
NeobedouinWe're the nomads, the Neobedouins
Don't want to end up dead again
On this night we've traveled far
Over desert wastelands, prairie grasslands
Traverse the silken endless sands
We've survived this global scar!
Running daily, hunted nightly
No LifeI do not belong in this life
I do not belong in this house
I do not belong in this job
I do not belong in this world
Off The GridI've unplugged my brain
Unjacked my psyche, I've
Stopped being crazy but I'm
One of very few; I won't
Sell my freedom for
Things I never wanted,
Won't be a slave, with any luck
Those days are through--
Pity the Free ManKeep the fires burning
As I run through the fields
Hear the snap of the raptors as I
Hope my fate's not sealed
I yell
Please pity the free man
Have mercy on me
Post-Apocalypse PunkIt was 1906, but we screwed the timeline up.
It wasn't just for kicks but I'm afraid that the gig is up.
I jumped through time, at the count of jump (Yeah, kinda like a pun)
Smashed the past and messed the whole thing up,
Now there's nothing left but Post-Apocalypse Punk.
Tried makin' a buck but we can barely stay aloft.
Tried to swing a deal but we pissed the wrong guys off.
Ragtime PunkWe reached back in time to 1881
We saw the past and it looked like fun
We took their clothes and we took their style
And the rest is history
We bolted brass and we kicked some ass
Wrote some songs by the lamplight's gas
Soon our history we did defile
RebirthSpare my life,
I'm another reborn
Another year of strife,
Another child of scorn
Spare my life,
I'm another reborn
Another year of strife,
SacrilegeI heard in the dark,
a soft pair o' arms
under the leaves,
naked shoulders
Under the moss,
skinny sides.
Don't wake from your sleep.
Scupper ShantyThe watchman slipped too early in my cabin
"Roust the crew; there's something up ahead."
So I slipped into the misty morning
"Bring your swords," I whispered to my men
Hold your head up! Keep your head up!
Hold your sword up! Fight! fight! fight!
When you sleep, keep one eye open
SheShe has always watched over me
She takes good care of me
She is such an integral part of me
That I forgot who I was
And I forgot she was there
For me
We have traveled this world for years
She has always watched over meShe
She has always watched over me.
She takes good care of me.
She is such an integral part of me,
That i forgot who i was,
And i forgot she was there
For me.
Sleep IsabellaSleep, child, sleep
Sleep, child, sleep
Daylight is waiting
Consciously fraying
Sleep, my child
Sleep, sleep, my Isabella
Safely in your carousel-a
Sleep through the spinning,
Steampunk RevolutionWe've got a steampunk revolution
We're tired of all your so-called evolution
We've darted back to 1886
Don't ask us why; that's how we get our kicks
Out with the new
In with the old
Out with the new
Stigmata Martyr~ Stigmata Martyr ~
A heroine, A deity
On Heroin, or vanity
To jack their personality
Beyond normal humanity.
A crowd of massed humanity,
Terrible AfflictionShe's got a terrible affliction
That is spinning around like a top
But it is a common addiction
She follows the rules and can't stop
She doesn't care what they're there for
She doesn't know what they mean
To stray from the norm she does abhor
The Ballad of Captain RobertCaptain Robert took his men
And flew to Prague and back again
Some fell off, some dropped dead
And some put bullets through their head
A skeleton crew is what came back
And once in port he filled his sack
With bribes and cash, fame and coin
The Ballad of Ranch Hand RobbieOn a dusty rock
Circled in a gypsum maine
Stood a tall ranch hand
Robbie was his name
He had fire in his eyes
And thick leather for skin
His fists and his guns were the only thing
protecting his kin
The Change CageI take a steam train to work
Just like the one my father took
And I pass over the walls
I see the people as I look
I see there's the block
For folks with purple skin
There's the block for folks who have no chin
The Circus At The End Of The World"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the circus at the end of the world! Tonight, for your pleasure, we will laugh, and cry, and dance, and sing, but don't worry! None of it means a thing!"
Welcome ladies, girls and boys
To this place of light and noise!
Dancing beauties spin like tops,
And skillful craftsman show their chops.
We laugh and cry year after year,
But don't look closely, there's no tears.
The Emperor's WivesDeep in the dark of a forest kingdom
Under banyan covered skies
Lived a king with untold riches;
Jewels, gold, and two fair wives.
The Only OneI wake each night into this nightmare
Only to find that the worst is clear
I have to spend each day without you
And spend each night dreamin' that it's not true
Dreamin' that it's not true....
My life is one constant catastrophe
everything works but means nothin to me
The Secret Life of Dr CalgoriTesttubes and Tesla coils,
clockwork brain and glowing oils,
copper, brass, explosive jelly
He may compete, but he's too dally.
invented the radio transmitting, too.
played poker with faraday, tesla and poe.
harvest the daylight to power airships,
and they are still intoxined from posting his drips.
The Secret Life of Dr. CalgoriTesttubes and Tesla coils,
clockwork brain 'n' glowing oils,
copper, brass, explosive jelly,
his mechapede policed Old Delhi.
Invented the radio transmitting, too.
Played poker with Theremin, Tesla and Poe.
Harnessed cold moonlight to power airships
and destilled antitoxines from postnasal drips.
The Shadow Of Lifetill I push this boulder up this rocky hill
If I lose my footing this rock will kill
Perpetual dusk has me dimly lit
So I can't see the top or know how far is it
Now life is a constant & death is a beast
And every time it's been fed its presence increased
I feel its wings & its eyes bore my neck
The Story That Never StartsFrom the time we are born, the time we're alive
Waiting for our story to start
We practice all day, we practice all night
But we're waiting for our story to start
Then we're taught what is true, we're taught what is right
We're taught not to follow our heart
And then, the next thing we know, we're trapped in a place
The Twelve Days Of ChristmasOn the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
The WakeDebbie dates daily with a boy for every finger
She leaves with one now and leaves another left to linger
Coldly Debbie tells me it's a world of give & take
But I say Debbie, bring it closer to the wake
CHORUS
In today's society, too little anxiety falls in the right place
People hurting one another, no care for another
The Wrath Of FateThe rain was blowing
The lightning cracked
All the windows smashed
With sails scorched or barely there
All our hopes were dashed
With tethered lines and planking charred
The ship stayed on its course
Our fires lit, the clouds around,
The Wrong SideI live on the wrong side of life,
I’m the one you fear as you hold your wife.
I run were the darker crowds run.
On the rain swept streets were black rain runs.
I play were the darker kids play
I’m the one who goes out when you end your day.
I dance were the darker crowds dance,
Things Could Be WorseThings could be worse
I'm not a fretter
But then there's the curse
Things could be better!
My neck is bruised
And my shoulder's cut
I stand accused
This Dark and Twisty RoadLittle girl in your dress of snowy white
Get behind me, safe from creatures of the night
Long ago and far away, hunting my demons down
To make you a safer way, down
This dark and twisty road
Little girl, keep yourself upon the trail
If you stray, you'll become a cautionary tale
Throw Them OverboardIf you map out my psychology
It will look like archaeology
I've got no love for this society
I prefer total free autonomy!
Take your newfangled this and your newfangled that
And you can line them up and throw them overboard!
Your newfangled this and your newfangled that
Tiny MonsterConceived in Darkness, late at night,
the creature turns out the light.
Slowly, creeping near,
whispering in her ear.
They take there cloths off, kiss her neck,
her nerves are trembling, she's a wreck,
Backs arch, he grabs her thigh,
To The Apocalypse In Daddy's SidecarWe’ve got 3 wheels and a frame of rust
Blue skies above, and behind us dust
Half a tank of gas won’t carry us far,
But you're safe till apocalypse in Daddy's sidecar
Got shotgun shells and 12 cans of beans,
And an old stuffed doll coming ’part at her seams
Your little lace dress you’ve worn for too far
Tribal NomadOut in the endless barren wastelands, out in the lands of the free.
There lives a stone hard people, and they share this life with me.
It’s not a life for the weak of heart, or for all, most do agree.
But for wandering tribal nomads, it's the only life we see.
Torches aglow
Chattel in tow
It’s time to go
I’m a freehand, out in the wasteland
Tricked the MachineI respect you enough
To tell you the truth
I could spin some false complements
Would you think that's more couth?
I could, I could, write us a song
And only tell the good sides
Would you say that I’ve made amends?
That you prefer all the lies
Under the RadarNobody saw our sails on the horizon
Nobody heard propellers in the dawn
Nobody smelt our coal fires burning
Nobody knew--under the radar we crept on.
Here we come, on the run, our coal fires are burning
Here we come, fife and drum, propellers in the dawn
Here we come, on the run, our coal fires are burning
Until the Day You DieI've chased this dream since I was five
And I have barely stayed alive
While folks have fallen off this ship
While I have never lost my grip.
So hate me
You might as well hate me
And go on, berate me
VengenceI can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own
If I squeeze real tight I can feel right through your neck & bone
I think I have the right for your sins you know you must atone
I can feel your life like a fragile thing I can call my own
If I took my vengeance now, if I come into your home
Do you think it would haunt my soul & no one could condone?
Would my actions faulter? Would my conscience overrule?
VirusIt feeds on the souls of the living.
It gets inside their minds.
It transforms their brains and their longings,
No consciousness it will find.
It feeds on their fears and emotions,
As it has for 2000 years.
It's infected the Hindus, infected the Buddhists,
Waiting For YouThe world is waiting for me
While I’m waiting for you
You're off patting your back
No damn thing I can do
I've got a family to feed
I've got a life of my own
While you go party for free
WanderlustLyrics to Wanderlust :
This world is filled with islands
Little specks of sand
Mountain peaks in a cloudy sky
Each one's a different world
And so my sails unfurled
And I will raise my sails high
Wasteland - Witch HuntRun to the woods
And run for the witches
Run to the woods
And run for the witches
Run to the woods
And run for the witches
Run to the woods
And run for the witches
Пятнадцать человек на сундук мертвецаFifteen men on the dead man's chest
Drink and the devil had done for the rest.
The mate was fixed with the bosun's pike
and the bosun brained with a marlin-spike.
Cookie's throat was marked belike
It had been clutched by fingers ten.
And there they lay, all good dead men,
Like break o' day in a boozing den