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It's A Mystery

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STRATOVARIUS - IT'S A MYSTERY (From the album: INFINITE BONUS CD) Music & words by: Timo Tolkki/Timo Kotipelto In the middle of the jungle There are ruins of temples build along ago Stone by stone They were made by the Mayas A tribe that is not so well known Each pictures on the wall Recorded history They were gazing at the sky Seems stars turning back the days All the year The remains might die But altars meant death and fear. Worshipping gods Now gone a long time ago The population grew New cities were found. What happened then? Was it strange decease that wiped away almost everyone Or it might have been starvation Caused by drought And a scorching sun It's a mystery The way they disappeared It's now history We will never know What happened then? Was it strange decease that wiped away almost everyone Or it might have been starvation Caused by drought And a scorching sun It's a mystery The way they disappeared It's now a history We will never know It's a mystery The way they disappeared It's now history We will never know

The Edge Of Forever

RICHARD MARX "Days In Avalon"
Written by Richard Marx and Chely Wright No one can decide When lightning will strike And everything falls into place But lately it seems When you're in my dreams I find that I don't want to wake I wanna slowly Unlock the mystery I wanna make love I wanna make history Chorus With you I see a lifetime with you And if one thing is true It's that God knew someday I'd be standing On the edge of forever with you I'm ready to fall To give you my all Cause you're everything I'll ever want It's amazing to me How far we can see Our horizon goes on and on I wanna slowly Unlock the mystery I wanna make love I wanna make history Chorus And when I'm shivering Your body will be my blanket And then I'm drifting, baby You'll be my anchor Chorus

A Long Way Down From Stephanie

AL STEWART "Bed-Sitter Images"
Maid, truly I see Now it must be a long way down And with love's burnt shore Must all dalliance hither Crumble and wither Oh strange, Methought it strange Thou couldst deprive me of my crown Thou cast upon me as linden bears fruit of bitter strain And I would go forsooth to the dragon's tooth If thus a chance were gained To resurrect that part of your wanton heart To whose grave my own is chained And hold, ere thou dost go Were not thy moments gilded too? And in honesty didst thou not measure for measure Countenance pleasure? Cold wert thou so cold Lest thy mind be frozen too And will not spring be reborn But might the sun for the frost here That all be not lost herein And I would rather, zounds It were hell's own hounds Whose foul breath upon my face Did portent my doom Than to bear the gloom Of a world stripped of thy grace And so in truth I know Yes it will be a long way down And if go thou must Ere we should meet accidental Prithee be gentle And though distant now Perchance the hand of time may soothe And though lost at six If I should live to be seven I might forget Stephanie

Alabama Chrome

JIM WHITE "Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See"
Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame. Tuesday I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane. Thursday I lay dying, Friday I'm quite dead. Saturday I get carried away by things better left unsaid. But heaven ain't no place, brother, and love ain't no word sister. And prison ain't no building made of iron bars and stone. You can seek the rhyme and reason, but in the realm of the unknown you won't catch no true reflections in that "Alabama Chrome." For there's mountains you will scale with ease, yet molehills where you stumble. Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy. Harps can beg forgiveness, and the guitars can scream pain, but the contradictions are larger than any language can explain. For in the secret territory where the preachers come to steal the jewel of your heart, for they have no treasure of their own, there lies a sacred window, in your hand the perfect stone. You'd throw it, but you arms are bound 'round with that "Alabama Chrome." The heat it is withering, humidity smothering. Strip of silver tape, a sly lie covering dent in the side of the redneck ride. Going deep for the Crimson Tide. Yeah! Gonna bump to the thump of the Selma slammer. Wanna jump up and down like a wack jackhammer. Sing a little 'Sweet Home Alabama' - Jimmy gimme wink like a big flimflammer. Bone tired and so weary of treating truth as a lie, I been hunkered down in the bunker of some fools alibi. Squint harder you will see the slim tether of the saints. It's whipping wild in the hurricane of all that is and all that ain't. 'Cause there's angels in the shed mother and spiders in the bed brother and ghosts inside my head father, no I am not alone. My mind is teeth without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama Chrome."

Who Will Save The Sane

TYPE O NEGATIVE
Periodic tableware Psychotrophic science fare But who will save the sane? Some beings Just can't change Now crawl on by With a fake tear in your eye And think Isn't he strange? Pseudogasmic chemistry Necromorphic apathy Physical laws unapplied Hamper my request Unsurreal world Of unfailed HIV tests Der ├╝bermensch warning of pi (techno junkies) 3.141592653... come on boy, tell me, tell me tentative ambulance date bound for G ward Beartrap psychiatrist bait chew my paw off Unmercilessly we will take you Away to slumber But only if you can recite Avogadro's number Now crawl on by With a fake tear in your eye And think Wasn't he strange?

I Wonder What Would Happen To Him

HARRY CHAPIN "Dance Band on the Titanic"
I'm the green young gentleman, and you're the lady with the past I admit I'm insecure about how long we will last I sort through in my mind the little that I know But the only things I find from where my musings go Is that kind of confusion that just makes more questions come About the wild and shady world that you must have wondered from You see, I have no real complaints of how you've left your past behind I guess what gets me worried is you've erased him from your mind I wonder what happened to him Your past is a canyon I'm a stranger on the rim Looking down below To where it's misty and dim But, where there's still shining A faint glow from a light It makes me wonder where he is tonight That drawer of your old photographs sits there like detective's leads With the packet full of letters that I do not dare to read And then there is that negligee that is made for candlelight You know, I've never seen you wear it, was it used the other nights? You see, dream-lover of a lady, what shakes me to the core Is the thought as you caress me, you've done this all before I think about the future with me out and others in Will I, too, have disappeared like I've never ever been? I wondered what happened to him ...

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