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Unstoppable
03:52
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I have set forth on a march to the North to extinguish a Force indescribable.
On I must go through the wind and the snow on a journey I know is nigh impossible.
But Oh, is all this vanity? The grim reality turns my face away.
Still I carried on, warmed by my fiery resolve.
Snowmelt I ford. Mountain peaks I climb o’er as I journey on toward something terrible.
Braving the gale and the onslaught of hail I know I must not fail the unachievable.
But Oh, is all this vanity? The grim reality turns my face away.
Still I carried on, warmed by my fiery resolve.
(Still he carried on, warmed by his fiery resolve)
{Sick guitar solo ensues}
Coursing through me is the urge to be free and to have liberty. How unbearable!
But I steel my nerves, from my path I’ll not swerve till my purpose I’ve served. I’m unstoppable.
I know this can’t be vanity. This cold reality shall melt away.
Still I carried on, warmed by my fiery resolve.
Still I carried on, warmed by my fiery resolve.
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The Sea!
03:02
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The Sea! That great domestic barnyard of New York.
The Sea! That endless rolling plain that gilds the world.
But underneath that lush façade is the gaping mouth and open jaws of the Sea!
The Sea! That cool collected oscillating tide.
The Sea! That merciless chaotic bane of pride.
The waves roll on without a care o’er all the men who claimed that theirs was the Sea!
That great unbounded vast unknown no man can ever call his home. The Sea!
[Stop that thunder! Plenty too much thunder up here. What’s the use of thunder? We don’t want thunder; we want rum; give us a glass of rum.]
You can never escape the sea!
{Absolutely primo synth solo soars up like a catskill eagle and becomes invisible in the light of the sun}
In the bottom of the blue lie all machines made to subdue the sea!
It takes someone with lots of wonder to believe there’s something under the sea!
When out of sight of all landscape, you realize you can never escape the sea!
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Wanderlust
04:39
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I lost my way so long ago
I’m not so sure I had a home
Where I am going I don’t know
All I know is that I must roam
Cause I’ve got Wanderlust
And my home’s in the dust
Of this long road
I’ve forgotten my father’s face
But see it in the dusk and dawn
If I find home, will he have grace?
Regardless my feet drag me on.
Cause I’ve got Wanderlust
And my home’s in the dust
Of this long road
But in your arms, I could find rest,
And with your love no longer tread.
I’ll look for you o’er ev’ry crest,
But until then, I’ll forge ahead.
Cause I’ve got Wanderlust
And my home’s in the dust
Of this long road
(Whistling)
Oh, I’ve got Wanderlust (x3)
Yes, I’ve got Wanderlust, on this long road.
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Paragon
03:19
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I’m gonna sail the seven seas, I’ll climb up mountains high
I’ll fly through raging storms and stare death in the eye.
I will hold the weight of the world in my hands.
And my name will be remembered all across the lands.
I’ll break through the walls that limit all man can achieve.
I’ll cut through the ice that limits all we can perceive.
I’ll tear down the roof that blocks out the Moon and Mars.
And once I’ve blown this box apart, I’m headed for the stars.
I am the bomb that bursts in air
That Bergeron who gives no care
I am the man who scoffs at Death
And I’ve been this way since I drew breath
Born of Earth, I have my worth as mankind’s Paragon, his epitome.
Don’t try to be like me, I’m way out of your league
Don't try to break the box, you’ll die of fatigue
I’m gonna rock this place straight to the ground
And you won’t know what hit ya till you’re already down.
I am the bomb that bursts in air
That Bergeron who gives no care
I am the man who scoffs at Death
And I’ve been this way since I drew breath
Born of Earth, I have my worth as mankind’s Paragon, his epitome.
{The listener is treated to an abrupt, mournful dove of a piano solo}
{Then is engulfed in the pure, unadulterated wrath of rock and roll}
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5. |
Tides Of Yesteryear
05:50
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(Verse 1)
Call me Pyrrhus. Bend your ear. I was captain of a privateer.
We sailed the sea for many years in search of bands of buccaneers.
We did our job. We did it well. We had no fault that we could tell,
But that was in the tides of yesteryear.
(Verse 2)
One cloudy day upon the sea, we saw a ship of piracy.
But when we drew closer, we could see ‘twas a band of highest infamy.
Then the clouds unleashed and the rain poured down and the fog had settled all around.
The picaroons drew nearer steadily
(Bridge)
Our chance of flight was cut by thunder.
If we lived, it’d be a wonder.
We were doomed; we’d go down fighting.
So I thought and so I shouted:
(Chorus)
Light your hearts! Steel your nerves!
Burn the cloaks of terror from you!
Lose your sense of self and throw your cares away.
Ready arm! Steady mind!
Follow your subconscious sense of duty.
You'll be hailed as heroes if you fight today.
(Verse 3)
Rallied by my commanding roar, the guns were manned and the sails were low’red.
But after cannonballs had soared, they’d drawn up next to our starboard.
My men grew nervous at the thought of such close encounters in this onslaught.
But we had chosen glory by the sword.
We shouted (Chorus)
(Verse 4)
Before our rally cry was done. All vestiges of fear were shunned.
We clashed our swords and shot our guns and the pirates dwindled one by one.
It looked as though we'd had it set to eliminate the Pirate threat.
But the battle with our fate was not yet won.
(Bridge 2)
We could not sing amidst the fight
So up above the lookout cried:
(Chorus)
(Verse 5)
Well, the lightning crashed and the thunder roared and the lightning struck the lookout's sword.
The ships were wracked by such a storm that the masts were snapped and the sails were torn.
We fought each other to the bitter end and neither had a boat to rend.
And the heartless sea kept rolling as before.
(Bridge 3)
I alone survived the day
For I had fallen from the fray
As I was carried by the tide
My glory slipped away, I cried:
(Chorus)
"My heart’s ablaze and nerves afire
And now my heart is melting from me.
My very self is pouring in the sea.
My ready arm and steady mind
Have nothing more that they can do me.
Alone I bear the burden of today.”
(Verse 6)
And that is how you find me here, a rusty old ex-privateer.
My life is ruined, it is clear, but towards my death I’ll not draw near
For certainly there is no glory for the man who ends his story
When he’s sailed the tides of yesteryear.
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6. |
SvJ
03:16
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Seanny and Johnny had played ping pong for a while.
They always won their games and they always won in style.
"But I don't think we've ever played each other," one confessed.
The other said, "Let's have a match and we'll see who is best."
Well, everyone from miles around has come to see this game.
Even invalids come runnin', paralyzed and lame.
The blind have come to see the smash, the deaf are listenin' in.
The title of best ping pong player's restin' on the win.
Seanny versus Johnny and there's never higher stakes
Neither scores a point until the other's paddle breaks
The ball is moving faster than can be seen by human eye
This game is what they've waited for their whole entire lives
Halftime's come cuz all the paddles snapped in two.
Someone send for more so that the game can be seen through.
The game is tied 41-41.
It doesn't seem as if the title ever will be won.
Seanny versus Johnny and there's never higher stakes
Neither scores a point until the other's paddle breaks
The ball is moving faster than can be seen by human eye
This game is what they've waited for their whole entire lives
{Absolute moose of a guitar solo}
The players keep on playin' for another couple days.
Both of them have gone into a ping pong playing craze.
Then all of a sudden they can't take it anymore.
The game is tied, nobody's won, they're passed out on the floor!
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