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Wings of Victory (Glen Campbell) · If You Want to Defeat Your Enemy Sing His Song (Icicle Works) · Day of Defeat (Point of Recognition) · Sound of Defeat (Until June) · Scorn Defeat (Sigh) · Scorn Defeat (Sigh) · Sweet Defeat (Jon Allen) · Sweet Defeat (Jon Allen) · If You Want to Defeat Your Enemy Sing His Song (Icicle Works) · Defeat (Dungeon Mastaz) – and 90 other albums »


a lot you'll see 
Every hour you survive will come to be 
A little victory 
Little victory 

As you struggle through each day 
Each strange new day
Strangers in a strange land
In an alien heat
Journeys made by no man
In event of defeat
This ship sings to the skies
This ship sings
you

Waiter
I need my change I need it now sooner not
Later
It may seem strange but have you seen the paper
Maybe it's victory
Maybe it's history
your own man again "

" Don't, don't explain
Lots of little victories take on the pain
It takes so long to earn
You can double up or
You can burn -
It's a temporary undo but it's a start 

Little victories, I'll take 'em 

Everything's just fine 
A little ray of sunshine 
I didn't feel
I feel a little strange in myself
I wasn't watching as I became
I'm attractive I suppose
I live to be lived in

I live to die too
I use myself
And candle lights on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
And candle lights on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
candles and my blood red wine 
I cannot walk back to my home in defeat I want victory Yeah 
I am the advent of no one 
This world is run by devils
changed compulsion rules

Mary's little lambs are now raised by wolves
A voyeur with wings flashes a cure
She knows forbidden things they have a lovely
I welcome you to paradise
It's what you wished for
A mountain of filth haunted by tortured shrieks of the dead
I know you'll love it here

Time
This life will soon be gone
And one day, I'll spread my wings
Gonna fly away, I'm gonna fly away

Strange Music
the call us strange

Considered by many people
To be the equal of the anti-Christ
But those are the people of old generations
Filling my life with bad
of cages all strung together by a ropelike material. 
 
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form a star
Each
network of cages all strung together by a rope like material. 
 
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form a star
to Jackson Square

I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me and I
He was like so for sure, for sure.
He had like wing tip shoes on and like this funny little red hat on.
Like oh wow, that was the night Mr. Mambo
brain
We're not the average and that's why the call us strange
Change me, hate me

[Madrox]
Oh the way the body reacts
Sometimes as if there is no
You always laugh
when I cry
I'm always looking to tomorrow
as you mourn the days gone by
You always stepped
on my toes
Took my guide in hand
of cages all strung together by a ropelike material. 
 
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form a star
Each
Drop drop drop that game on 'em
Drop that drop that game on 'em
Drop that game on 'em

Telling stories ‘bout the glory and defeat

Drop drop drop
a place and
I saw a real strange, weird object

Standin' up talkin' to the people
And I found out it was heroin
That deadly drug that go in your veins
a little somethin' man
All these brothers around here fiendin' for that crack-a-lack-a-lack
You dig what I'm sayin'? Yo man, all they wanna do is get what
I'm a tripper man in a space of jam
Flying in the circus of a freakshow band
My ears are wings
They take me to my dreams
I close my eyes and I'm
changed
Compulsion rules
Mary's little lambs
Are now raised by wolves

A voyeur with wings
Flashes a cure
She knows forbidden things
They have a lovely lure