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[ti:Baal's Hymn] |
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[ar:David Bowie] |
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[al:Sound And Vision] |
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Baal's Hymn - David Bowie |
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Whilst his mother's womb |
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Contained the growing Baal |
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Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale |
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Naked young immensely marvellous |
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Like Baal loved it when he came to us |
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That same sky remained |
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With him in joy and care |
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Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware |
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At night a lilac sky a drunken Baal |
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Turning pious as the sky grows pale |
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So through hospital cathedral whiskey bar |
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Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go |
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When Baal's tired boys Baal cannot fall far |
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He will have his sky down there below |
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When the sinners congregate in shame together |
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Baal lay naked revelling in their distress |
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Only sky a sky that will go on forever |
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Formed a blanket for his nakedness |
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And that lusty girl the world |
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Who'll laughing yield |
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To the men who'll stand |
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The pressure of her thighs |
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Sometimes gave him love-bites |
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Such as can't be healed |
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Baal survived it he just used his eyes |
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And when Baal saw |
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Lots of corpses scattered round |
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He felt twice the thrill |
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Despite the lack of room |
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"Space enough" said Baal |
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"then I'll thicken the |
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Ground |
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Space enough within this woman's womb" |
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Any vice for Baal |
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Has got it's useful side |
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It's the man who practices it |
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He can't abide |
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Vices have their point |
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Once you see it as such |
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Stick to two for one will be too much |
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Slackness softness are the sort of |
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Things to shun |
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Nothing could be harder |
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Than the quest for fun |
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Lots of strength is needed |
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And experience too |
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Swollen bellies can embarrass you |
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Under gloomy stars |
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And this poor veil of tears |
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Baal will graze a pasture |
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Till it disappears |
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Once it's been digested to the forest's teeth |
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Baal trod singing |
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For a well earned sleep |
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Baal can spot the vultures |
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In the stormy sky |
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As they wait up |
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There to see if Baal will die |
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Sometimes Baal pretends he's dead |
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But vultures swoop |
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Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup |
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When the dark womb |
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Drags him down to it's prize |
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What's the world still mean to Baal |
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He's overfed |
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So much sky is lurking |
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Still behind his eyes |
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He'll just have enough sky |
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When he's dead |
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Once the Earth's dark womb |
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Engulfed the rotting Baal |
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Even then the sky was up there |
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Quiet and pale |
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Naked young immensely marvellous |
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Like Baal loved it when he came with us |