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Artists:

Pendulum · Labyrinth


Albums:

Mosaic Select: Pendulum (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pendulum [LP] (Creedence Clearwater Revival) · Pendulum [40th Anniversary Edition] (Creedence Clearwater Revival) · Pendulum (Broadcast) · Pendulum (Mike Taylor) · Pendulum (Tatuya Ishii) · Pendulum CD + Graphic Novel (Insane Clown Posse) · Pendulum (Creedence Clearwater Revival) · Pendulum (Creedence Clearwater Revival) · Pendulum (Creedence Clearwater Revival) – and 30 other albums »


It's the swing
It's the swing like a pendulum
It marks the moments as the years go by in an innocent phase
The swing into never-never land
There
England swings like a pendulum do 
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two 
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben 
The rosy red cheeks of the little
Love leads the lines of love
In circles and angles
Love runs deep like a tunnel
With a pendulum beat

That touches the heart
In many directions
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
Muscledistracting sicksphere
Lacerate, damage, wreak
Disintegrating lifeblood
Colliding spikes, unlife

Labyrinth contagious
The world means
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
The red-by-nines
Above the Rhine
The clouds gripped of the drifting mists
It was useless

[Chorus: x2]
And who over the ruins of his life
Running out of time
Nowhere to go
I’ve been searching blind
Through these hollow walls

Escape these boundaries
Hanging by a thread
Breathe through
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy-red cheeks of the little children
you

There's a brother doing the hickybear???
There's a sexy little sister doing the lump
Oh, swinging like a pendulum
Flashing, I mean flashing,
want to get home before I'm burnt by the sun 
I want to be free in peace love and harmony
But my Miranda be vanishing like Carmen see
Check
You never understood any given day 
Could be your final one
No room for regret, don't ever forget
Your being followed by

The swinging Pendulum
under the wire

"the pit and the pendulum"
"the man of the crowd"
"the tell tale heart"

His characters move
Baptism by fire
The poet's survival kept
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
I shivered 
in the warmth of their god 
Yet this mansion 
is haunted by romance 
His servants heal my scars 
Anointing me with oil 
I am naked
Amongst decayed ruins of the worn labyrinth path

From the essence heart of the labyrinth old
Appears the shell of an ancient statue
Which by entering
back at the circus
You seeing as the pendulum flies
Watched by ten thousand eyes
the illusions we have torn

Death and the labyrinth
Swallowed by earth itself

With every dawn
Of hunger and thirst
The world deforms
To a pale uncertain
Surrounded by sentinels, nowhere to hide

Followed, by orbs of glass
Watching our every move

Confined, in this labyrinth of eyes
Hunted and dehumanized
life
Through these labyrinths of light

On a flight to find my life
Through these designs of light
I'm still astonished by this spark of light
Even
Losing my head
Losing my person
Labyrinth is the key

Once we will meet
Near the tree which was struck by lightining
We will forget good and evil
many of your kind

Mislead and blinded
By his logic
Caught in a labyrinth of time 
Neglecting speculations
Neglecting timeless existence 
Oh what
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings
Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings
Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed