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BLACK SABBATH lyrics - Sabbath Bloody Sabbath

Looking For Today

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It's complete but obsolete All tomorrow's become yesterday In demand but second hand It's been heard before you even play Up to date but came too late Better get yourself another name You're so right but overnight You're the one who has to take the blame Everyone just gets on top of you The pain begins to eat your pride You can't believe in anything you knew When was the last time that you cried Don't delay you're in today But tomorrow is another dream Sunday's star is Monday's scar Out of date before you're even seen At the top so quick to flop You're so new but rotting in decay Like butterfly so quick to die But you're only looking for today Everyone just gets on top of you The pain begins to eat your pride You can't believe in anything you knew When was the last time that you cried Looking for today Glamour trip so soon to slip Easy come but oh how quick it goes Ten foot tall but what to fall Hard to open yet so easy to close Front page news but so abused You just want to hide yourself away Over-paid, but soon you fade Because you're only looking for today Looking for today

Flight

Peter Hammill
Flying Blind I alway forget how crazy things are so sometimes it catches me off my guard when they make sense. The line on the road trail the arrow in the sky, I search for the mote in my brother's eye beneath the pence... a time of blunt instruments. Still uncertain when I've woken or what constitutes a conscious mind, though the thought remains unspoken I know I'm flying blind. Breaking into cold sweat on the white-hot coals the pennies from heaven drop through my soul: it don't relent. At the back end of dreams I'm amazed to awake... I offer my theories but just can't shake that seventh sense to which there's no defense. It seemed the time was for action, it seemed so cool to be that kind... my tongue writhed to form some retraction but I knew I was flying blind. I want things to be fast, down to the power-drive; I want the zero-gravity heroes to play dead, but stay alive. We want it to be slow, all the way to stall; we talk about a thousand things that never change at all. No, it never change... It was then that I knew I'd been thoughtless - something had slipped my mind: I'd strapped myself into the Fortress but the Fortress was flying blind. We got full clearance, so someone down there ought to know the truth of our disappearance - If even that still shows it accuses and blames me, but nothing was quite what it seemed. Sometimes things work out so strangely that it might as well all be dreamed. The White Cane Fandango The White Cane Fandango in Morse code, try to shake through the message, shake the load; only venial sin, running on the spot - till the dance begins. Where does a man go when the muscles cramp? Try to write out a postcard on a postage stamp with a drawing pin punching out the Braille for the whole within? Upset the contango on your future stock; paying backwardation, hold onto what you've got - such a sideways grin! Some day you may need to trade that in. If we ride this right the future will fall in our hands. If we survive the flight the future will work out - nothing's that black and white. Control The colour-coded charts are spread, but we're still gliding deep into the red, the radio is dead every valve blown open. The radar screen flicks monochrome, air traffic controller wants to get on home, waiting for a phone call to release him from responsibility. Nobody goes to see him any more except for the man from the ministry. He wanted to be, he wanted to be the man at the helm, in command of the flightpath; he's flying a chair, quite beyond control; he's going to have just one more chance at a barrel roll. All in a dream, all as a dream, the colours too bright, the music too deafening - the black-out world has just begun to show. These cracked-out words I offer... but I still don't know. Cool blue suffuse the colour gun - oh come in, come in number one: your time's nearly run. Speed-freeze the frame, the present and the past hold fast... It's too fast, the thing don't, the thing won't, the thing don't last. Cockpit The rolling dice clash together never make up the score; that old device, the ejector seat, glued to the floor. Everybody waits for everyone to make a show - no-one wants to be the first, admitting that they know how anythings that's gone down here could fit into an analytic groove... W ait for the tactical move, wait for some action we all can approve. Too much to drink, for the cup reaches down to the sea; too much to think, the barometer pressuring me. Rolling down the weather for an Easter parade, reeling out the Maydays in the hope of being saved, but the radio ham's out giving blood - no, no, no, he's not listening. The cricketer knows his Wisden , the pilot has got his Jane's , but the sum of this factual wisdom don't help us to fly the plane (no, and it never will...) Beneath the tartan two-piece something rips undone... Wait for the ladder to run wait for the snake that the ladder becomes. A passenger hits the cockpit, willing to chance his game: pulls out his gun and cocks it in the hope that it all might change. (oh, but it never will...) A fly-leaf from the library shows others have been here before, tried, failed and kicked out the door; the aircrew don't care anymore - not they just wait for the beat of the silk-worm wing, wait for the heat to come down on us - full force of the law. Silk-Worm Wings Full force of gravity pulls me down, I'll be better off out of there; aerobatic spin around, I'll take my chances in the open air. Sycamore silk-worm wings or Roman Candle to the ground, there's only one thing for shure: when the balloon goes up the aeronaut calm down. He say nothing is quite what it seems, he say nothing is quite what it seems; I say nothing is nothing. A Black Box Softly, the angels sing their time and space refrain: there's something in everything if you can only pin down its name Aerobatic thoughts at the back of my mind - Is it nothing but the looping line we all follow? Nothing but the spiral twist of DNA There'll be no looking back from tomorrow on today. So the wire is tripped, split-seconds defect to their successors; the umbilical cord is ripped - here we all are in free fall. I stall where I am, as if to see where I've been: only running down the looping line we all follow, only chasing down the spiral twist of DNA - There can be no looking on to tomorrow from today. Life/death/night/day - cold breath will surely fly away. Is the empire of sensation locked in a black box deep in me, encoded there somehow? It fires the imagination to fly on a wing and a prayer through my life - is that how it is? There'll be no looking back on this... this is now, which will be then - is this the means? All I know for shure is this is the end. No looking back from tomorrow, no, there'll be no looking back on today; better be looking on to tomorrow... better think on today.

The Day After Tomorrow

TAKE THAT "Nobody Else"
Only one way to describe, this is deceit I am hiding Never been here before, never wanna see here again I've strayed from a long term lover And found greater lust from another My conscience is keeping me awake and shouting at me all night So I'll tell her the day after tomorrow, maybe today So I'll tell her the day after tomorrow, or is that too late Beeing loved is a big responsability, You can never give too much back You know it's so easy to walk away and leave that lady flat My life's feeling crowded with possesions, am I lucky or sad Is it time to turn away and lose everything I had So I'll tell her the day after tomorrow, maybe today So I'll tell her the day after tomorrow, or is that too late Moving in circles, decisions chasing me round and round Why's life never easy, or do we make it hard for ourselves And when we find love we need to look for something new 'Cos when it's all over, you always feel the need to be loved Like she always loved you

L A B A T Y D

Kershaw Nik
got a badge upon my chest i'm a cut above the rest so i can tell you what to do got my regimental hat got my by the good book chat so i can tell you where to go i've got a job to do and i'm telling you i intend to do it well it's easy when you know how got my smart uniform and my duty to perform so i don't care you who you are i'm the only one who can spoil your fun with one shake of the head it's easy when you know how, know way know where and know today know mercy, know time know reason, know rhyme know how i can tell you i'm the law with my medals from the war so don't tell me what to do with my narrow point of view though i know you're probably right, i guess it's still not easy saying yes it's easy when you know how, know way know where and know today know mercy, know time know reason, know rhyme know how

Tomorrow Never Comes

Brainstorm (Metal) "Hungry"
Drowning in your misery you've reached the end of nothing you all think you know the world just leave it all behind you say you just got a pain overload your soul died a long time ago Feels like tomorrow never comes you ride on wings of broken dreams Feels like tomorrow never comes deprived of all your self esteem Another day in misery you take the road to ruin all your sorrow pulls you under time to draw the line You say you ain't got a reason to be there's no need for pain anymore

Drinking For 11

Mad Caddies
drinking for a livin' that's just what i do when i'm not with you my heart goes to bed enter the bar that's just where i'll be don't try and come find me cause i'm already dead with one eye tied upon the open road i feel your presents and i can't let it go it moves so slowly as it creeps into my mind steals every breath i have and leaves my heart behind i wanna know what your feeling if you feeling alone i wanna hear that you still care the last time that i remembered you was the last time that i wasn't scared when the night starts fading and the morning arrives i wanna still feel you around will you creep into my head again and pick me up off the ground once more... tell me what you're fighting for gotta try gotta try for tomorrow you can't see through today gotta try gotta try for tomorrow you can't see through today there's nowhere left to stay whoa..... sometimes i feel like i'm out here all alone just one in a millions with noplace left to go fear steps up to me with every move that i make following close behind my soul it wants to take i wanna know what your feeling if you feeling alone i wanna hear that you still care the last time that i remembered you was the last time that i wasn't scared when the night starts fading and the morning arrives i wanna still feel you around will you creep into my head again and pick me up off the ground once more... tell me what you're fighting for gotta try gotta try for tomorrow you can't see through today gotta try gotta try for tomorrow you can't see through today there's nowhere left to stay whoa..... drinking for a living that's just what i do when i'm not with you my heart goes to bed

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