The Shadow of the Valley of Death

I want it now

give me your heart and your soul

I'm not breaking down

I'm breaking out

last chance to lose control

Pluripolar disorder

oh god

i’m thirty

no, i’m ten

i’m seventeen

and a bank of boston beauty queen....

Viole(n)tly happy

and i loved you in bright orange

and in violet and in green

and i loved you in such colors as your eyes have never ever seen

and i loved the way you acted

but your one trick pony's dead

and i loved you unprotected

but you only love in red

C'est magnifique être sympathique

Well, the music is your special friend

Dance on fire as it intends

Music is your only friend

Until the end

Until the end,

Until the end

Today we escape

Sing us a song

A song to keep us warm

There's such a chill...

Such a chill.

The Unusual Harpy

Mockingbirds don't do anything but make music for us to enjoy.

They don't eat people's gardens, don't nest in the corncrib, they don't do one thing but just sing their hearts out for us.

Incantation

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We'd hear it from the people of the town

They'd call us

Gypsies tramps and thieves

But every night all the men

Would come around

And lay their money down

...diving into those pretty lights

People like you just fuel my fire...

I looked into the fire but the fire was different...

It was projecting ghosts...

...Fascinating!

Forty-five sunsets

But he made a wise comment:

"Before they grow so big, the baobabs start out by being little."

[the] Playing God

If God had a name, what would it be

And would you call it to his face?

If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see?

If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

Before sunrise [Bolero]

But then the morning comes, and we turn back into pumpkins...

Le petit monsieur triste

Le petit monsieur triste

Qui ne sort que la nuit,

Car le sommeil le fuit,

Boit seul, en égoïste,

Pour noyer ses ennuis.

Il boit toute la nuit,

Le petit monsieur triste,

Puis il rentre chez lui

Et, seul, dans son grand lit,

Le petit monsieur triste

Rêve qu'il est pianiste

Et qu'il n'a plus d'ennuis.

The Cloud House

As warm as summer air...you live up there

Like jumping in the breeze, falling in the sea

You live up there....

It feels like fields in June and spring

And lots of happy things... you live up there....

The Great Gig in the Sky

Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?

Goodbye, blue sky.

House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the "Rising Sun",
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know, I'm one.

It's all about your perspective on life...

... if you always look at it from one perspective, you'll just see a cage ...

... if not, you'll be able to see the light ...
Sweet child in time you'll see the line

The line that's drawn between the good and the bad

Children of the Ghetto

Children of the Ghetto

Running wild and free

In a concrete jungle

Filled with misery

Children of the Ghetto

Keep your heads

To the stars...

Just like the Earth...

... round

... and shallow

Wanting to live and laugh all the time

Sitting alone with you tea and your crime

Children with kids, and people with parents

Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence

Blind man's color fantasy

In the summer days we flew to the sun

On melting wings

But the seasons changed so fast

Leave us all behind... blind