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Change The Dance
03:08
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LYRICS
Our moment in space
Our moment in time
Wrong time, wrong place
Our only crime
No point asking why
We’re the victims of chance
But now the music is changing
So must the dance
The clock is striking twelve
There’s no second chance
Now the music is changing
So must the dance
We see the same things
But think different thoughts
The stories we’ve told
The battles we’ve fought
We play the same tune
But we sing different songs
Both of us are right
And both of us wrong
The clock is striking twelve
There’s no second chance
Now the music is changing
So must the dance
We walked the same path
But chose different roads
The beat that we marched to
On the journeys of old
Time to cross the street now
And sing with one voice
Now the music is changing
We all face the choice
The clock is striking twelve
There’s no second chance
Now the music is changing
So must the dance
The clock is striking twelve
There’s no second chance
Now the music is changing
So must the dance
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2. |
Blind Obedience
03:40
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LYRICS
They’ll dress up and make up and play let’s pretend
They were bullied at school Now they want their revenge
It doesn’t have to make sense A rule is a rule
A very big fish in a very small pool
And the sheep fall in line
As the blind lead the blind
And they’ll all keep on searching
But never will find
What they’re not looking for
And they don’t understand
With their eyes firmly closed
And their heads in the sand
And we’re told not to doubt what they know to be true
So we’ll only find out what they already knew
Just answer their questions but don’t ask them why
How long is your skirt how wide is your tie
And the sheep fall in line
As the blind lead the blind
And they’ll all keep on searching
But never will find
What they’re not looking for
And they don’t understand
With their eyes firmly closed
And their heads in the sand
There are words that just have to be spoken
There are rules that just have to be broken
And the sheep fall in line
As the blind lead the blind
And they’ll all keep on searching
But never will find
What they’re not looking for
And they don’t understand
With their eyes firmly closed
And their heads in the sand
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3. |
Emotional Matador
04:41
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LYRICS
Pulling my strings
My invisible puppeteer
I pretend not to listen
But it knows I can hear
The demon inside
The voice in my ear
Murmuring doubt
Whispering fear
It knows I can’t see it
But I know it is there
It’s breath brushes by me
I feel it’s cold stare
The demon inside
Constantly watching me
The beast in my mind
Slowly destroying me
Constantly scratching at the same weeping sore
The voice in my head
My emotional matador
Some things should be forgotten
Sleeping dogs left to lie
But there’s a voice that reminds me
There’s a voice asking why?
It’s asking the questions
That I’ll answer for
It’s a voice I can’t silence,
Avoid or ignore
Constantly scratching at the same weeping sore
The voice in my head
My emotional matador
Constantly scratching at the same weeping sore
The voice in my head
My emotional matador
Something is watching me
Hunting me, haunting me
Something is stalking me
Tempting me, taunting me
Something is prowling
Scowling and growling
Something is waiting
Baiting, berating
Calling my tune
The demon inside my head
Shouting aloud
The things better left unsaid
Constantly scratching at the same weeping sore
The voice in my head
My emotional matador
Constantly scratching at the same weeping sore
The voice in my head
My emotional matador
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4. |
Mona Lisa
04:52
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LYRICS
Less than a fact but more than a guess
Her lips saying no but her eyes saying yes
The penultimate act in the last pantomime
I lived my nine lives now I’m just killing time
No quite a yes, but more than a no
Her eyes saying stay, but her lips saying go
I have to plead guilty of thought, word and deed
The memories congeal as the truth starts to bleed
Guilty by association
Inappropriate elation
Unconventional flirtation
Ultimate emancipation
Risking excommunication
Incremental degradation
And in a crowded works canteen
The moment largely goes unseen
The bishop quietly takes the queen
The cat has finally got his cream
And in a no-names asked motel
Some people buy, some people sell
Some people kiss, some people tell
The witches cast their evil spell
And who was Mona Lisa smiling at
Who could she see, what did she know
Did she smile first, did they smile back
What did they say, where did they go?
The flames are still rising, the mist now descends
The angels are leaving, my demon returns
Some will be lost, but some shall be saved
Would you throw the first stone, would you hammer the nails?
And in an all-night coffee bar
the lights are dim, the door ajar
Behind the smoke from your cigar
lest we remember who we are
And in a backstreet cheap saloon
Two strangers nod good afternoon
The moment’s over all too soon
An aborted honeymoon
And in a black and white cartoon
Silhouetted by the moon
The piper plays his lonely tune
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LYRICS
I lie here and listen with a tear in my eye
The outpouring of grief from the black-sombre sky
But the early morning rain
Can’t wash away the pain
Who gets to decide who will live who will die?
The breeze raises its voice in a haunting lament
Deep in the winter of our discontent
The steady drumming beat
Sounds a muffled, sad retreat
Your rainbow was fleeting now our time is spent
And the world it is weeping
For what it has seen
For where it is going
For where it has been
And the world sheds a tear
And the world bows its head
To acknowledge injustice
And to honour the dead
I write words in the sand, they’re washed out by the tide
Though they’re no longer there, that does not mean I lied
Tell me how is it fair
Can no one hear my prayer
There’ll be winners and losers who gets to decide
A piece can be spared, if a pawn saves the queen
We all have our place in the grand master scheme
But if the Gods play their games
Will they now take the blame?
No one said it was fair, no one knows what it means
And the world it is weeping
For what it has seen
For where it is going
For where it has been
And the world sheds a tear
And the world bows its head
To acknowledge injustice
And to honour the dead
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6. |
Deafening Silence
02:34
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LYRICS
Your words are unspoken
But the message is clear
Though you sit here beside me
You're no longer here
The deafening silence
I long for your touch
It's the words that you don't say
That hurt me so much
You gaze into the distance
Though there's nothing to see
I can't help but notice
You look beyond me
No words from your lips
But your eyes say it all
The darkness descending
As the silent snow falls
The deafening silence
I long for your touch
It's the words that you don't say
That hurt me so much
It's not that I don't believe what you say
I just believe what you don't
The deafening silence
I long for your touch
It's the words that you don't say that hurt me so much
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7. |
Nothing To Lose
04:26
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LYRICS
When it matters the most,
Make it matter the least
When you’re faced with a famine,
Prepare for a feast
When you’re all out of options,
You don’t have to choose
And when you have nothing,
You have nothing to lose
Sail close to the wind and you’re taking a chance
If you’re walking on thin ice....then you may as well dance
When you stare down the barrel,
You may as well smile If you’re going to miss,
Miss by a mile
When you’re facing the music,
You may as well sing
For when you have nothing,
You have everything
Sail close to the wind and you’re taking a chance
If you’re walking on thin ice....then you may as well dance
When your head’s saying no,
Time to follow your heart
When it looks like it’s over,
It’s a good time to start
When you live like a pauper,
Act like a king
And when you have nothing,
You have everything
Sail close to the wind and you’re taking a chance
If you’re walking on thin ice....then you may as well dance
Don’t you know you’ve nothing left to lose
Don’t you know you always get to choose
Don’t you know that nothing’s as it seems
Don’t you know you live life through your dreams
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8. |
Opposites Attract x
03:40
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LYRICS
An unlikely combination
But mutual fascination
Hard to explain but hard to deny
You just have to accept
Normal rules don't apply
As a matter of fact
Opposites attract
Just a widely-held misconception
Chalk n cheese
No guarantees
But if that's the rule how'd you like to be the exception?
The immaculate deception
Just a matter of perception
Ignoring the facts and against all the odds
Tempting the fates
and defying the Gods
No rational explanation
An unusual situation
We know it is true, but can’t explain why
You just have to accept
Normal rules don’t apply
As a matter of fact
Opposites attract
Just a widely- held misconception
Chalk n cheese
No guarantees
But if that's the rule how'd you like to be the exception?
However improbable, what remains must be true
Now everyone knows, what we already knew.....
As a matter of fact
Opposites attract
Just a widely- held misconception
Chalk n cheese
No guarantees
But if that's the rule how'd you like to be the exception
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LYRICS
Who will pay the ferryman for our rendezvous in hell?
Have you got a soul to sell?
Have you got a soul to sell that’s worth the selling?
Who will pay the ferryman on the voyage of the damned?
Blood is seeping through the sand
Have you got a tale to tell that’s worth the telling?
Who will cross the rubicon, the point of no return
All our bridges burn
When will we ever learn what we’ve been teaching?
Who will cross the rubicon, the die forever-cast
The first become the last
The ghost of Christmas past resorts to stealing
So let me ask you,
what you selling for
How much silver do you need to make it worth the price?
So let me ask you,
why do you want more
How much silver makes it worth the sacrifice?
And how much silver do you need to lead you to temptation
And how much silver do you need to pay for your redemption
How much silver do you need
How much silver do you need
To offer you salvation
For you desecrate the memory, when you abdicate your throne
We were born to die alone
we will reap what we have sown, on that bright morning
And in the final reckoning, when we tally up the score
when the less become the more
it is tempting to ignore, our mother’s warning
What you sow
is what you reap
So mister, start your reaping
Men ask why,
as Satan smiles
The angels gently weeping
So let me ask you,
What you selling for
How much silver do you need to make it worth the price?
So let me ask you,
Why do you want more
How much silver makes it worth the sacrifice?
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10. |
Cold Fire Burning
07:03
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LYRICS
I'm burning inside
But you won't hear me cry
You won't hear me object
Or justify
I'm burning inside
But you won't hear a sound
What I say to myself
I’ll not say aloud
I'm burning with a cold fire
Dancing on the high wire
To the distant sounds of gunfire
I'm burning with a cold fire
Trapped between the barbed wire
Sinking in the quagmire
I'm burning inside
But you won't hear me plead
I will not confront
But I will not concede
My words will be silent
But you will feel my stare
You'll know what I'm saying
You will know I am there
I'm burning with a cold fire
Dancing on the high wire
To the distant sounds of gunfire
I'm burning with a cold fire
Trapped between the barbed wire
Sinking in the quagmire
A Cold fire is burning who's fanning the flame
Playing with fire is a dangerous game
I'm burning with a cold fire
Dancing on the high wire
To the distant sounds of gunfire
I'm burning with a cold fire
Trapped between the barbed wire
Sinking in the quagmire
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The Kelly Line Cheltenham, UK
The Kelly Line is a father-son songwriting duo.
Mike (dad) and Ben (son) write the songs together which Ben performs and produces.
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