From the Beginning (ELP)

There might have been things I missed
But don’t be unkind
It don’t mean I’m blind

Perhaps there’s a thing or two
I think of lying in bed
I shouldn’t have said

But there it is

You see, it’s all clear
You were meant to be here

From the beginning

Maybe I might have changed
And not been so cruel
Not been such a fool

Whatever was done is done
I just can’t recall
It doesn’t matter at all

You see, it’s all clear
You were meant to be here

From the beginning

(Closing Instrumentals)

Songwriter: Gregory Lake

Troy (Sinéad O’Connor)

I’ll remember it
And Dublin in a rainstorm
And sitting in the long grass in summer
Keeping warm
I’ll remember it
Every restless night
We were so young then
We thought that everything
We could possibly do was right
Then we moved
Stolen from our very eyes
And I wondered where you went to
Tell me when did the light die
You will rise
You’ll return
The phoenix from the flame
You will learn
You will rise
You’ll return
Being what you are
There is no other Troy
For you to burn
And I never meant to hurt you
I swear I didn’t mean
Those things I said
I never meant to do that to you
Next time I’ll keep my hands to myself instead
Oh, does she love you
What do you want to do?
Does she need you like I do?
Do you love her?
Is she good for you?
Does she hold you like I do?
Do you want me?
Should I leave?
I know you’re always telling me
That you love me
Just sometimes I wonder
If I should believe
Oh, I love you
God, I love you
I’d kill a dragon for you
I’ll die
But I will rise
And I will return
The Phoenix from the flame
I have learned
I will rise
And you’ll see me return
Being what I am
There is no other Troy
For me to burn
And you should’ve left the light on
You should’ve left the light on
Then I wouldn’t have tried
And you’d never have known
And I wouldn’t have pulled you tighter
No I wouldn’t have pulled you close
I wouldn’t have screamed
No I can’t let you go
And the door wasn’t closed
No I wouldn’t have pulled you to me
No I wouldn’t have kissed your face
You wouldn’t have begged me to hold you
If we hadn’t been there in the first place
Ah but I know you wanted me to be there oh oh
Every look that you threw told me so
But you should’ve left the light on
You should’ve left the light on
And the flames burned away
But you’re still spitting fire
Make no difference what you say
You’re still a liar
You’re still a liar
You’re still a liar 

Black Is The Colour (Luka Bloom)

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I wish the day, it soon might come,
When she & I might be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She has the sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep,
And satisfied, I never can be,
And the I write her a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, ten thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair,
Her lips are like some roses fair,
She has the sweetest smile, And the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

Roads (Portishead)

Ohh, can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

Storm in the morning light
I feel
No more can I say
Frozen to myself

I got nobody on my side
And surely that ain’t right
And surely that ain’t right

Ohh, can’t anybody see

We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

Ohh, can’t anybody see
We’ve got a war to fight
Never found our way
Regardless of what they say

How can it feel, this wrong
From this moment
How can it feel, this wrong

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in jenem jahre hatte mutter allnatur
ein ganz besonders feines händchen

der erstgeborene huldigte später den
messias mit seiner feinfühligen musik

der zweitgeborene war am genialsten
und wurde der hofkomponist gottes

der drittgeborene komponierte bunte
tonperlen der liebe für eine prinzessin

alle drei – in himmlischer harmonie
verbunden durch ein ewig golden band

alle drei – tief in meinem herzen immer
musizierend und tanzend und singend

 

 

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