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Still Still Still: A Christmas Collection (Martin Sasse) · 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) – and 90 other albums »


The hands keep on turning, the pendulum just swings
Prisoners upon this rock, flying without wings
Captured in a moment, still the hours chimed
Free as a driving wheel
Circling around your iron will
See only what you feel
Keeps you turning when you're standing still
You tried to run from
kissed showers
Beautiful sea kissed breeze
Beautiful nights of moon kissed hours
Beautiful dreams like these

Our lives tick by like pendulum swings
burst, not bleed
I'm pulled into the undertow
I burst, not bleed
I'm swallowed by the great below

A grey
A grey so dark
It moves in silence and kills
teach me to be free
Of my fear of being struck down by the pendulum

Alabaster Lady 
As you weave a web of love with azure flowers
The early morning
from the demons...

And there are the depths
I escaped from
And demons painted on the grey walls
Looking upward there is pained death
Holding a pendulum
strong we've been
 
You and me are on this pendulum together
You and me with scarcity still fueling
 
Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
Does time stand still or hurtle on by? 

Let time unwind... let all the cogs fall out 
Let man's machines collapse and rust 
Face down in the dust...
strong we've been

You and me are on this pendulum together
You and me with scarcity still fueling

Sister blister we fight to please the brothers
We
Just stuck by the phone again

Yeah, well I've been here before
Sat on a floor
In a gray gray mood
Where I stay up all night
And all that I write
cream, and niggaz Still Love You Rakeem 

The game of death, we kickin niggaz in the chest like Kareem 

My wingspan is wider than Rodan 

My sweet
to sleep
On grey grey grey grey down
There's few bridges left
To light as I pass by
Burn with me
Burn with me
We have no future
If we keep our integrity
So
this now?
Why this way?
With overtones ringing
And undertows pulling away
Under a sky that is grey
On sand that is grey
By an ocean that's grey
the pressure inside,
Set me free.

Grey, everything I see.
Grey, Everything around me.

Dead, still young,
Learn from hurt.
Silent tongue,
Burning word.

Dead,
The pinpointed path 
Through the pit and the pendulum
Hypnotic gases still whirl
On the last curl of the wind mast
And narrows in 
With Apollo and Ottomans
had come
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When
had come
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short
Never to go again
When
amber
Days go by please don’t forget
Uneven, so enamored
Days go by remember that

Gray goes black

Can’t you hear my radio?
Don’t you hear my
to cover his face
Sometimes the skies are so gray
Still by the stars and his wonderful grace
He'll roll the storm clouds away
We've been going back and forth 
I'm waiting for the day you call me 
I think I can do it on my own 
Swinging like a pendulum 
The time ticks by
Lonely the roses of Avondaire sing as though somebody still may care.
They live only for the dream of living so come follow where they will take you
Last night, I was woken by my cry
Had a dream just as plain as you and I
Saw the morning sun on a woodland in the spring
Still hear the echo
at all that we'll get by
Grey skies will all turn bare

So when some clouds bring the rain
We've no cause to complain
Cos we have each other
And our
When the night lies so still
Before I go to sleep
I come by, I come by
Just to look at you
In the dim light I say
That in my own small way
I
passing you by

Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit's still out on the floor
When it comes to raw beauty
You've a whole whorehouse waiting in