Lyrics for lost songs

THE QUEEN AND THE DEAD

(chorus – trumpet part)
we are the damned’n’dead
we hide behind the veil
we are the fools who fade

we are the walking dead
we are lost in shade
we are the ones to mourn

(verse – pick part)
i didn’t see it straight
’cause i was on the prowl
just when i heard her cry

it’s our love in vain
it is your heart in pain
fell for her sweetest bait

–bridge–

(chorus – trumpet part)
we are the damned’n’dead
we hide behind the veil
we are the fools who fade

we are the walking dead
we are lost in shade
we are the ones to mourn

(verse – pick part)
i tell this tale to warn
for all the men to come
for she’s the queen of kill

now i’m the walking dead
we are the walking dead (chorus)
now you’re the walking dead

like us (chorus)

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Giants

I called the giants when I fell,
burried beneath a thousand rocks
There is no soul I have to sell,
just vivid dreams and heavy locks

Mighty giants standing tall,
steady pace the world goes on

Empty echos, no wince be shown,
one in silence and one to frown
A gaping abyss, it’s mine alone,
pillars broke the house came down

Mighty giants standing tall,
steady pace the world goes on

It is this ache, yet it is alive,
an inert motion, an endless strive,
fairy dust, a smoke screen for the mind
to hide oneself from another kind

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Travelling Circus

Circus is coming to town
and it has two really big clowns
they got midgets with hats
a dance of fleas and heralding rats

there are elephants and beasts,
the horde that feasts
upon the crumbs they share
for the children to spare

and the teller,
he’s gonna come a callin’
he’s gonna rattle his can
for a fee of trust,
he will judge their coin
’cause their joy ain’t free,
well, the clowns, they laugh
and they leap with the flea

so the people applaud,
they shake with acclaim
when the horde breaks loose
and the laughter turns pain

the show’s over, light is faint
clowns shake hands, wash off the paint
and the midgets take off their hats
they stomp the fleas, and they eat the rats

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Last Days

for a while, man was ignored
but the universe would grade,
and with all his record
no deed would ever fade

the universe will ponder
how to judge on its behalf,
if man will ever wonder,
is it just a bunch of calf

fortune hunters in a vale of tears
oversized and full of fears
armed to teeth with scholarship
the world is worth a bargain chip,
machinists of might and grace
arrogance with a hidden face
a doctorate in management
slaves to modern day accomplishment,
electrically illuminated
fatally accommodated
opulent barbarians
urbanites and proletarians

the universe has pondered
about to judge on its behalf,
if man has ever wondered,
is it just a bunch of calf

yet when cleansing fires fall
upon his multicolored sprawl,
there it shines, mans finest feat
he stands and wants to speak

 

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