Lyrics:
here below, below
Let steeple bells be swungen
And "Io, io, io"
By priest and people sungen
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis
Pray you, dutifully prime
Your
bells go
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
Chime chime chime, ticking ticking time
I am the spectator
I can see the world passing by from
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When the light of the city falls
You fly to the city walls
Take off with your bride.
But at the chime of a city clock
I like to sit here in the sunshine
Trees in the fields are green sublime
Suspended in time
And don't it make you feel small?
I like to sit here by
and stay for a while.
You almost feel you've been there once before,
By the shine and glow of the room!
And the clock seems to chime,
Come again
Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today's the day she's sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home
Now you're
When the clock strikes one I stare at the door
By the time it reaches two I'm walking the floor
When the hands oh so gently drop down on the three
you hand a little
Tight as if by this
I'll stop the night from running
Into morning light too soon
Ice cream and candy bars
A Paris moon and Paris
tonight
Happy days, happy times, listen to the bells and chimes
As Santa Clause comes your way, today
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
There is a place which no one has seen
Where it's still possible to dream
An uncharted world which will be unfurled
Wander constantly by
Running hard out of Muskrat Flats
It was sixty days or double life
Hail on my back like a shotgun blast
High wind chimes in the night
Oh oh, the pride
Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today's the day she's sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home
Now you're
the speed of light it’s beautiful
I have the energy inside of me of a thousand worlds
No gravity, like galaxies, I’m orbital
Both time and light they come
passive ball
Jupiter, Jupiter: or-or-orbital
Jupiter, Jupiter: mass of gas and dammit
Jupiter, Jupiter: is pure, pure, pure, pure planet
It's pure
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take
Slap fire paint song
These cave walls dance to the sounds
An aboriginal pound the earth is dust
Dust dust
Dust stomped by the soles
Soles shake
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Gary Taylor: Electric
An undying man a story he tells
Abandoned at young age raised by infidels
Brought up and raised by the tip of a sword
A learned mind influenced by
It's starting to snow and you ought to know
By the presents on his sleigh
It's a hint that Santa Claus
Is just a whistle and a whisker away
So when
The years creep slowly by, lorena
The snow is on the grass again
The sun's low down the sky, lorena
The frost gleams where the flowers have been
But
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
Lost in an orbital trance
Enslaved by ethereal ruminations
We are the constellation conduit
Our doctrine carved in stone
Behold, our revelation
The years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the grass again,
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
The frost gleams where the flowers have
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