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The army of the Dæmon King
Was marching in the rain, going back again,
Back towards the Western gates,
Where blood would soon be shed, they would soon be dead
The wizards marched in silent grace,
For they would triumph now, they knew only how
Fragile was the King's left flank,
And they would cast a spell, send them back to hell
The army of the Dæmon King
Was slaughtered in the rain, screaming in the pain
While their leaders dragged back down,
For all eternity in sheer agony
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Well, the rain was pounding on that fateful day,
And the cuckoo had run out of words to say,
But then I saw you and I wondered
"What are you doing with the moon?"
I spoke my thoughts, but you just stood there laughing loud,
I saw no reason to create a watchful crowd,
But still I hit you, and I said
"What are you doing with the moon?"
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The Library
03:27
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Have you been to the library where everybody lives?
Have you seen that hungry look in their eyes?
Do you know of that library where everybody lives?
Do you see its shadow up in the sky?
Do you go to that library where all the people live?
Do you creep over there in the night?
Do you sleep in that library where all the people live?
Do you read with them all through the night?
Which way's up?
Which way's down?
Where's the floor?
- I think it's outta sound
Which way's in?
Which way's out?
I JUST WANNA SHOUT!
(LIBRARY)
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Waiting For A Bus Stop
04:42
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I was searching for the bus top in the pouring rain
Somewhere in the distance I could see your face
And I was unable to see
What you tried to say to me,
And I might have appeared to stare,
But I was just breathing the air
I was sitting in the pit stop with a paper plane
And I felt the touch of something, a sharp stab of pain
And feel I should have seen,
But I was drowsy as I've been,
And the night will soon be gone,
As I sing my final song
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Time after time, the same old crime
When will the people learn?
If you never tire from making fire,
You will share the burn
Time after time, the same old rhyme
When will the people know?
You end up where you go
I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen,
And now she's gone away
So I will set sail, out to the ocean,
The morn of the very next day
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Dæmon Mine
03:52
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He sits beside me, this dæmon mine,
He shares my bread, he sips my wine
We like to chat about this and that,
He takes my soul to the dry cleaners and back
I really love this dæmon mine,
We get on just oh-so-fine
He fills my mind with sombre thoughts,
Tells me to do things that I ought not
Dæmon of mine (Let's have some fun tonight)
Dæmon of mine (You know the time is right)
Dæmon of mine (Turn my mind inside-out)
Dæmon of mine (You've come to stay, and there's no turning you out)
My closest friend, this dæmon mine,
I once could see but now I'm blind,
I feel your breath in the cold night air,
Please don't tell me you're going nowhere
Dæmon of mine
Dæmon of mine
Dæmon of mine
Dæmon of -
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Bad Dreams (Part 1)
02:03
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Wake up in the back of a double-decker bus
- You cannot see clearly
As you rub your eyes you quickly come to realise
That you're on the bus to Aberdeen
Through a steamy window you see a half-forgotten friend
So you get up and head for the stairs
Subsequently you feel a hand upon your shoulder
So you start, and you spill all of your wares
You scramble down to the lower floor,
The bus stops and you make for the streets
You walk with purposeless haste
To try and escape the moonlight and sleet
Before too long there's that
Crushing feeling of dread impeding your feet
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Bad Dreams (Part 3)
01:59
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I tried to talk reason,
He came swooping down,
Propaganda was embedded,
I couldn't tear it down
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Bad Dream (Part 4)
02:59
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I see you walking as the wind blows in your hair,
You hear me talking and act like I was not there
I hear you now, but I just don't know what to say
What good can even come from talking to you anyway?
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Song For Someone
03:26
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I don't know how to tell you,
Or even if I should tell you at all,
But I just can't account for this feeling,
It's got deep into my soul,
So please don't go from my life,
You make my rainy days bright,
You are my starlight at night
And if I seem insincere,
Believe me it's just the somewhat excessive use of imagery,
And though it pains me I might never tell you,
What I'm singing is true
It's probably about time
That I forget you, I know
And I guess that I could,
I only I were certain that you'd say no
So I suppose that I'll wait,
And maybe I'm not too late
To take you out on a date
I hope you don't disapprove
Of my admittedly somewhat obscure way of telling you,
It's just that all of a sudden I find,
Can't get you out of my mind
By this point you may see the
Flaw in sending messages by song
Maybe nobody will listen,
Or else they'll get the meaning all wrong
But you can take it as read
That I do mean what I've said,
You're really stuck in my head
And if I can't find the words;
Maybe this song sounds absurd;
Not like it matters anyway
Only I think it's about time to say,
You really brighten my day
Perhaps these words sound trivial to you,
I'm not surprised if they do
But please believe, though I might not get through,
What I'm singing is true
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Here With You
04:29
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When I was young I never had all too much confidence in
What I thought that I would do
And now today, I have to say, and with all honesty,
I still don't have a clue
So time went by, was I too shy to get around to all the
Things that I wanted to do?
And standing here this time of year, at least I truly can say
That I'm here with you
As time moves on and I write songs which contemplate all of the
Things that I'd rather not see
I still don't know which way to go,
But maybe that's just the way things are meant to be
You know that I am gonna try to make the difference that I
Just couldn't make before
And if at all, within these walls, these empty halls,
I think I might just find a door
And when I look at you I know,
Though I'm here on this road,
I'm walking with you
And when I look into your eyes,
Maybe I should be surprised?
Your soul's not on view
I ain't got nothin' to doin' now,
I ain't got nowhere to bein' now
But that ain't worryin' me,
'cause honey I don't feel blue
Ain't no-one wantin' to see me now,
Ain't no-one wantin' to be me now
But that ain't worryin' me,
'cause honey, I still got you
So here we are, we've got this far, and yet there still is quite a
Way that we've yet to go
Where that might be, we'll only see,
If our so fragile walkway can bear the load
Our minds may play by night, by day,
In caverns far beyond that which we really know,
But while they do I'll be with you,
And then at least we can say that we made it through
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John Burnett UK
Originally from North-East Scotland, John now lives in Kent. Though a research chemist by day, John spends his free time
writing, recording or otherwise making music. He has often collaborated with fellow songwriter/musician Luke Aidan (currently as “The Indigo Toad.”)
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