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Cirrus minor
The
nile song
Crying song
Up the khyber
Green is the colour
Cymboline
Party sequence
Main theme
Ibizar bar
More blues
Quicksilver
A spanish piece
Dramatic theme
Lyrics:
In a churchyard by a river,
Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing in the grasses and the
graze.
Yellow bird, you are alone in singing
and in flying on, In and in leaving.
Willow weeping in the water,
Waving to the river daughters,
Swaying in the ripples and
the reeds.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw
a crater in the A thousand miles of moonlight later.
I was standing by the Nile
Where I saw the lady smile.
I would take her out for a while,
For a while.
Light tears wept like a child.
How her golden hair was blowing
wild.
Then she spread her wings to fly,
For to fly.
Soaring high above the breezes,
Going always where she pleases.
She will make it to the island
in the sun I will follow in her shadow
As I watch her from my window.
One day I will catch her eye.
She is calling from the deep,
Summoning my soul to endless sleep.
She is bound to drag me down,
Drag me down.
We smile and smile
We smile and smile
Laughter echoes in your eyes
We climb and climb
We climb and climb
Footfall softly in the pines
We cry and cry
We cry and cry
Sadness passes in a while
We role and role
We role and role
Help me role away the stone
(Instrumental)
Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines
through the dress that you wore
She lay in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine
beat her blind every time
Green is the color of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the
mind
Many is the bond between the hopeful
and the damned
The path you tread is narrow and
the drop is shear and very high
The ravens all are watching from
a vantage point near by
Apprehension creeping like a choo-train
up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end;
will the final couplet rhyme
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
Butterfly with broken wings is falling
by your side
The ravens all are closing in there's
no where you can hide
Your manager and agent are both
busy on the phone
Selling colored photographs to
magazines back home
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
they must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your
feet you hear the thunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you that they're
moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing
size And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
I'm so afraid of mistakes that I
made
Taking every time that I wake
I feel like a hard-boiled butter
man
So give me a time when the countries
will lie on the story line if kind Are days are made since the first page
I've lived every line that you
wrote
Take me down, take me down,
from the shelf above your head
So give me a time when the countries
will lie on the story line if kind
And if I live on the shelf like
the rest
And if love bleeds like a sad song
Please pick-up your camera and
use me again
So give me a time when the countries
will lie on the story line if kind Yea
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
A Spanish Piece
Pass the tequila manuel
Listen gringo
Laugh at my lisp and i kill you
I think
This Spanish music
It sets my soul on fire
Lovely seniorita
Your eyes are like stars
Your teeth are like pearls
Your ruby lips seniorita
(Instrumental)
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