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fears.

Interlude: (Orchestral Build-up)
In the ruins of a shattered grace,
Every step, a dark embrace,
Guided by the light of hope,
In the night, you find

The Secret Agent

Hawkwind

Electric Teepee

1992

I was trained in Arizona
In a secret desert camp
Where we did night manoeuvres
Without a lighted lamp
I've got an old worn Trilby hat
That

Harlot on a Pedestal

Cradle of Filth

Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa

2010

in Thebes
Enthroned with cat-skinned girls
Her long dark hair braided with pearls

A red gown split revealed her thighs
As full lips rose

laundry in the dark
Roger left a sleeper 
Across the District Line
His dad's a shipping clerk

Boys let's have a laugh
Let's have some mischief
Fill

of the day we’ll meet,
When I can feel your warmth, so sweet.
Like Halley's Comet in the sky,
You light my path as you pass by.
In this life’s chaotic swirl,

(Never ever walk on by)
You even stop and put one in the sky
(The sky)
You do it for the love of you and I
(For the love of you and)

Standin'

Said that she trusts us
In amongst corruption 
We rise like the sun did
By the moon we are hunted 
The shadows abduct us 
Alien abductions
Had a drink

By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,

Fading memories drive me insane

Haunted by the dreams we used to share
Fragments of a past that's hanging there
Orchestral swells they rise and fall
In my

Let Go

Tinie Tempah

Disc-Overy

2010

break
Here in the dark, yeah, we'll be saved
I don't care, no looking back
I've never been, never been, this far from home

[Chorus]

When's

a spark.
From the canvas to the pages,
To the rhythm of the night,
We’re inspired by the beauty,
In the art that feels so right.

Verse 2:
From the whispers

Black Mayors, Black Senators 
Why you ain't got no Black Editors? 
Every time I do an interview in Rolling Stone 
They sendin' me a writer that look

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

The Great American Baseball Box

2005

By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,

Doin' It Again

Skepta

Pure Grime: The Very Best of Grime

2014

I noticed when I walked in
The room went dark
Somebody better call the police
There's a guy here with no heart
He said he goes by the name

rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby

that I made love to
It was in a park
In the lower pleasure gardens in Bournemouth
In summer just after dark

My mind was reeling: Oh what a feeling.

Fashion Pack

Amanda Lear

Amanda Lear

1997

out? Famous and trendy.

In people always have to smile in Vogue
They only travel by Concorde
Doing things you can't afford.
They are the fashion

Took a train to the city, Friday night
Five in the group to the night time high
We stay ourselves, we stay ourselves to get by
Strange manoeuvres in

the derailed motive
same Gs in the main lot movie 
calm strut like a mean girls montage
cold breeze with new freeze goyard
dark summer  kept the heaters all so

with no narcs, I can't fuck 'round with no narcs
Baby bottle and it's dark, I remember serving carts
Had to hustle, made my mark, selling acid by

a mockery or
A failure in some way

There’s a Bible saying
‘No weapon formed against me
Shall prosper’ recently I’ve
Been doing interviews and I’ve had to
Go

or when your skin dark
I be loved by the women I be pissin' off
I'm in lust with the money, but at what cost?
If you got a full safe but the mirror gone

Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview

a couple of hours of time
To question my existence
To interview my mind
If I could move on
And love you in the dark
So I could be done
But that's the hardest