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to some ancient injury?

La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.

Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep
a one two three
Eric, the half a bee
A, be, see, D, E, F, G
Eric, the half a bee

Is this wretched demi-bee
Half asleep upon my knee
Some freak from
to some ancient injury?

La dee dee, one two three,
Eric the half a bee.
A B C D E F G,
Eric the half a bee.

Is this wretched demi-bee,
Half-asleep
brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us
Choose, they crooned, the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon beneath
the woolly cotton brains of infancy 
The music and voices are all around us. 

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones 
The time has come again 
Choose now,
Came upon an ancient forest
A guided path had led me there
Walking through the mystic forest
The legend tales and times gone by

Voices whisper
of Franks constructed by our ancestor's hands

(From Erin to Caledonia)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Ellada to Helvetia)
I still hear the ancient
I kneel and wait in silence 
As one by one the people slip away 
Into the night 
The quiet and empty bodies 
Kiss the ground before they pray
ghastly souls are one

HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Where the great winds blow
An ancient tide spills forth
Here we made diabolical pacts
Summoned by the call
call The Blarny Stone
Now he's just sung in his mother tongue, "The Ancient Irish Curse"
And cleared the pub completely by the forty-second verse!
I don't think I fit into his indie world
Guided By Voices and Velocity Girl
Eric's Trip and Rocket Ship, Rancid and Rocket from The Crypt
Bikini Kill
the woolly cotton brains of infancy 
The music and voices are all around us. 

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones 
The time has come again 
Choose now,
'll remember your voice
So soft as you'd sigh

Worlds of love to me
Of how it would always be
And how the cloudy days
Had all gone by

But now I
Enlightened by the reflections of the moon
As voices of the night calls my name
I enter the halls of blasphemy
Rites of ancient sorcery unknown
Since
I remember the Night
That sight's still inside
On old men's streets
Ghosts of never beens

Voices of the Violin
Cried for many Nights
Flames
"SOMETHING OF VALUE"
-Eric Bogle

I can see the Southern Cross tonight
While here below, bathed in it's light
The Dreamtime land safe, snug and tight
Galloglass
Ancient Times

Moon is riding high in the sky, its light cannot deceive
That I´m lost here in this time, one point still far to go
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
many years since then
That ancient star still guides us
And now again our Christmas voices ring
Blessed we are and safe at home

With loved ones here
I lay down by the river
The shadows moved across me, inch by inch
And all that I heard
Was the war between the water and the bridge
Turn to me,
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
Judging by the voice
He was free to himself so real
We slaved ourselves to sacrifice
More than that we do not know
Then you hear him on the radio
mind is ravished by death
The ancient is still awaiting and reigns of light will rise
What can wait eternally is not dead
I implore...
I implore..
lives on

Deathless being, from beyond
A sepulchral voice, incorporeal
Unseen presence, ancient fiend
I bequeath the night into thee

Entity
paradise

Lips of times of secret 
Murmur evil sprouts
Purges the redeemer
Purge

The angel of voices
Injected by silence
Last breath of nails