Out Of The Silent Planet
(Gers, Dickinson, Harris)
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation
Deserted by the hand of Gods of their own creation
Nations cry underneath decaying skies above
You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live
The punishment is death for all who live
Out of the silent planet
Dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet
Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet
Dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet
Come the demons of creation The killing fields, the grinding wheels crushed by equilibrium
Seperate lives no more disguise, no more second chances
Haggard wisdom spitting out the bitter taste of hate
I accuse you before you know the crime it's all too late
Before you know the crime it's all too late
Out of the silent planet
Dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet
Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet
Dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet
Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet
Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet
Dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet
Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
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| Wasted Years
(Smith)
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm travelling on, far and wide,
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.
I close my eyes, and think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years. Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease this pain, so easily,
When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day,
And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years. |
| Aces High
(Harris)
"We shall go on till the end. We shall fight in France, We shall fight in the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cause may be. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight on the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!"
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Want you run, live to fly, fly to live. Aces high. Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.
Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Want you run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high. |
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