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This is a very heavy microphone stand |
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Ah, no queen could brandish this I tell ya that |
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It's a real man's microphone stand |
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Here, Dave, here |
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Where'd you get these stands from? |
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(Laughs) |
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Ah, they're really heavy |
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So are you |
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Well, we're gonna do something really heavy in a minute |
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Like, er |
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Fall off the stage on top of you |
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With about two hundredweight of iron in my hand |
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You're a very tiny person, aren't you? |
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Eh? (Laughs) |
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You're all very tiny down there |
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Y'know when I'm up here |
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I feel so big and mighty |
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I fell like I'm the |
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Master |
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Of the |
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Universe |
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You made me feel like that |
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And now, it's almost true |
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And just wait and see |
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What we do with it |
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All right, cut the Gypsy music! |
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Band of Gypsies! |
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(Music changes) |
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(These lyrics are Calvert's poem 'The Awakening') |
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All in a day's work |
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All in, all in |
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All in a day's work |
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All in, all in |
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All in a day's work |
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I know |
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I would rather the fire-storms of atmospheres |
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Than this cruel descent from a thousand years of dream |
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Into the starkness of this capsule |
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Where two of our crew still lie |
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Suspended cool |
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In their tombs of sleep |
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The nagging choirs of memory |
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The tubes and wires worming from their flesh |
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To machinery |
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I would have to cut |
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Such midwifery is but one function |
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Of the leader here |
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Floating in a sac of fluid |
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Dark |
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A clear century of space away from Earth |
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One man stirs from the trauma of his birth |
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Attending to the hypno-tapes |
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Assuring him |
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This was reality |
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However grim |
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Oh, our journey's end |
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The landing itself was nothing |
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We touched upon a shelf of rock |
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Selected by the auto-mind |
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And left the galaxy of dreams |
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Behind |
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And it's all a fable for fountains now |
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It's all a fable for fountains now! |
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It's all a fable for fountains now! |
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And were your childhood dreams |
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All a fable? |
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For fountains now |
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For fountains now |
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Now, now |
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Now, now, now |
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Fountains, fountains |
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All going up in fountains, fountains |
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All a fable for fountains now |
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Go on |
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There's no other |
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(These lyrics are from Calvert's poem 'Over The Top') |
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But just a minute now |
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When you gaze into my eyes |
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You're looking at your own reflection |
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And all you see is your disguise |
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You wear for your own protection |
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So don't go telling me that you know just when to stop! |
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When to stop |
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You know you go |
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Over the top |
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Over the top |
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It's over the top |
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Hey I'm going, over the top |
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Over the top, oh! |
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Over the top, all right here it goes... |
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In 1916 |
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We dug the trenches |
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But we don't need them |
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We have our own defences |
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We don't need no officers |
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To blow no whistle and scream |
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Come on you guys |
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Wake up out of your dream |
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And follow me |
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'cause I'm going |
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Over the top |
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Over the top |
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Follow me |
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Over the top |
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Here goes now... |
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Your country needs you |
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Hey Kitchener, don't you know that moustaches went out with the Beatles? |
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Give me white feather! |
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Give me white feather! |
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Give me white feather! |
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Hung up on the wire |
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Give me white feather! |
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Give me white feather! |
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Give me white feather! |
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Hung upon the wire |
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Hung upon the wire |
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Strung on barbed wire |
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Huh, strung on barbed wire |
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Goodbye genocide... |
