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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 90 other albums »


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
dallying
With the King of Terrors"
[Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum]

Terrified, to the left and to the right
Spirits of the Damned, iron
will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky,
will it do?

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun sets in
where the memory is ringing one more ride one more ride 
As the years go by I wonder why I longed to leave my home 
And to hit the trail of the iron
to be where the memory is ringin' one more ride
As the years go by I wonder why I longed to leave my home
And to hit the trail of the iron rail away out
Iron Shiek/ camel clutch'll be 
Rapper take your seat 
In fact, punch a clock/ it's my time to rock 
Dr. No microscop 
Engineered this thought that I
Wewoka hills
Buckeye creek
Iron Range town
St. Louie street
You're on the road
To rock and roll

Rolling Fork
Frisco Bay
Asbury Park
Lost
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say

Play, let the blind man play

He was a cotton picker down in
Lord
Tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord
Shock around tha clock, from noon 'til noon
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha womb
he plays the same old tune
And when the people pass him by, some are heard to say
“Play, let the blind man play”

He was a cotton picker down in
the memory is ringin'

One more ride
One more ride

As the years go by I wonder why I long to leave my home
And to hit the trail of the iron rail away
the memory is ringin'

One more ride
One more ride

As the years go by I wonder why I long to leave my home
And to hit the trail of the iron rail away
went galloping past
And bent down the fern
Broke open the grass
And printed the mud with
The iron and the gold
That he nailed to her feet
When he
as the tune smacks
(Square in the butt) Pete gave me the cue
So I'ma put up or shut up until my jam is through
But for now I want to freak em, so I'll embark


[Raw J]
Touched by a tune, embracing composition
Words can't do it justice
It's like the humming and singing that Ma do in the kitchen
A vision
assume it, all the shit I'm in tune with
Give me two minutes, I'll put an end to the critics
Fair weather fans and cynics, I'm better with analytics
float funny when you surfin' the water 
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border 
I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta 
You
be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me

Oh, the union central is pullin' out
The orchids are
when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta
You a fool with
be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me

Oh, the union central is pullin' out
The orchids are
You shook at me ya scared like a woman shivering nervously
Unprepared quivering pervertadly like a nun scared gettin fucked by a Satanic priest in
a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck
Bobby's goin Digital 

Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet 

Clouded by the Meth we move undetected 

in secret society sects,
the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New York boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie