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BOBBY VINTON
Blue Velvet Lyrics

(Blue velvet, whoa whoa)

She wore blue velvet (whoa whoa)
Bluer than velvet was the night (whoa whoa whoa)
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars

She wore blue velvet (whoa whoa)
Bluer than velvet were her eyes (whoa whoa whoa)
Warmer than May her tender sighs
Love was ours

Ours a love I held tightly,
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow of

Blue velvet (whoa whoa)
But in my heart, there’ll always be (whoa whoa whoa)
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years
And I still can see blue velvet
Through my tears

She wore blue velvet (whoa whoa)
But in my heart, there’ll always be (whoa whoa whoa)
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years
And I still can see blue velvet
Through my tears

(Blue velvet, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

BE’LAKOR
Neither Shape Nor Shadow Lyrics

In the space of one night’s darkness
They have gathered, somehow drawn
To where sand and water meet
To the place where nature mourns

An army of one thousand souls
Moved not by force of law
But by an end of which they dreamt
Returns to wade once more

In the shallows, but a prelude
To the greatest icy depths
Where neither shape nor shadow
Can persist in one who’s stepped

Their unseeing eyes surveying
Darkened scenes within their minds
Now blissful, soon will falter
Laying bare what now it hides

Once submerged they may awaken
Briefly grasping moonlit skies
But a crescent moon accompaniment
Merely ushers in the tide

Beneath horizons megalithic
Rays of light’s first wonder
Shall reveal an ashen shoreline strewn
With the prints of those pulled under

CHAOS DIVINE
Rapture Lyrics

Necessary destruction
Your cause has no point
Unless thy will is done

Doomsday cult
Electing to end the world
Prophecy misread

Rebuild the temple of Solomon
Whatever it takes the end must come

Doomsday cult
Electing to end the world
Prophecy
Misread

[Chorus:]
Sweet pure child your father said
It’s the end now
Take no chances, plant the seed
At the gates we’ll meet

Rising through the U.N
A false prophet of peace
We cannot trust them
No, our Bible tells us this

Looking to others for any signs of deceit
While revealing in your right hand
Is the mark of the beast

Self-fulfilling prophecy
We become what we believe
Welcome to the end of time
We will never die

Believe in the rapture

Weeping widows, dead children
Blood stained soil but I don’t see him come

[Chorus]

MOLOTOV JUKEBOX
Laid To Rest Lyrics

Finally the tether breaks,
On Tuesday night I ring.
He says, ‘We can get together.’
But he’s staying in.
One more night, inside,
I mean you have to do what feels right.
But in the morning light,
It’s cold, it’s cold, so cold.
Please let me stay, please let me stay.
But he’s trying to get me out the door,
In his diplomatic way.

I had speeches, I had scenes.
Now I have quiet memories and the occasional dream.
I’ve laid to rest, my craziness;
For today, today, today, today, today.

I’m bleeding like a soldier,
Into your pint of pride.
A pack of straights and a corner seat,
This was the last time I cried.
Why could you only be a man;
When you had a drink in your hand ?
One more night inside,
And one more for the road.

I had speeches, I had scenes.
Now I have quiet memories and the occasional dream.
I’ve laid to rest, my craziness;
For today, today, today, today, today.

Finally the tether breaks,
On Tuesday night I ring.
He says, ‘Baby we can get together.’
But he’s staying in.
One more night, inside,
I mean you have to do what feels right.
But in the morning light,
It’s cold;
It’s cold …..

BROMHEADS JACKET
Atm Lyrics

Cos it’s the same old story of Friday night
But we’ve got nowhere to go
Do we brave it out in town with the rest of the city folk
Pushing at the bar, pushing at the bar
Or do we venture out, to somewhere new to pastures unseen
Somewhere where the city folk, have not yet been
Wait there, I need a cash machine

Cos now the local Options seems to have one and we’re all warmed up
It’s time for round two, and I know it’s not my turn for
The queueing at the bar, queueing at the bar
Cos this girl is on at me about Neil Diamond, how he’s f**kin top
Bout how Neil Diamond was a big infleunce on, Richard Ashcroft
But now I’m bored
And it must be my turn at the bar

Cos it’s so mysterious how we just seem to queue and queue
Standing in single file like soldiers
Waiting to go into battle
The hole in the wall we have all come to pay homage to
Little green lights on the screen dictate to you just what you will do
Tonight
And if you’re gonna have fun, alright

This was only supposed to be
A few drinks at the local but now we’ve got a lock-in
I find myself getting in a taxi
And we’ve off for some more of this
Late night of fun
It’s kicking out time
And the options are a BP garage or a 24 hour Spar
I’ve got the munchies
And it’s a bad way to be
Especially when
All you’ve got in your pocket
Is a nugget and 24p

Cos it’s so mysterious how we just seem to queue and queue
Standing in single file like soldiers
Waiting to go into battle
The hole in the wall we have all come to pay homage to
Little green lights on the screen dictate to you just what you will do
Tonight
And if you’re gonna get drunk, alright?

This whole thing has turned out to be a bad idea
Especially now the screen is telling me the funds are in arrears
I’m sure there was more in there than that.
Account enquiries
Show balance
Print mini-statement
Direct Debit to Orange PLC,
65 quid your overdraft limit that exceeds
Incurs a surchange of 20 English pounds, please.

I hate these cash machines