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Jack Sabbath

Jack Jack Jack Ja-Jack Jack Sabbath

What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black which points at me
Turn around quick, and start to run
Find out I'm the chosen one

Big black shape with eyes of fire
Telling people their desire
Satan's sitting there, he's smiling
Watches those flames get higher and higher

Life in the Clouds

Oh my darling, let's join hands
Go swooping through the air
And at night we'll safely land
And fold our wings with care
We will see all things on earth
But safely from above
And things that matter now
Won't mean a thing my love

One of these days I'll be up in the heavens
Live my life in the clouds
And you'll put aside all your fears of flying
Dance with me on a star

All the cobwebs blown away
And all the paper chains
Nothing left to hold us down
Now only love remains
We'll have the sun and moon as friends
And wrap ourselves in the silver sky
And there'll be no more to doubt
No more to cry about

Chrysalis

Head full of bad weather
My thunder rings loudly
And drowns out the clamor
Of those who surround me

I'm always the worm
Who loved the apple so much it died there
Not knowing that outside
It would be helpless and crawling

Ears full of rainwater
Now I am contented
Always the first waters
They were my protection

Bleed

Look at the stars, look at the birds
Look at the stars and all that glass

I was doing the goosewalk around the garden
My webbed feet stamping the grass
The gander stretched his neck out at me, hissing
And I was frightened, I ran to my mother

But I'm not as frightened as him
As I am of the man who hisses at me on the street
Stretching his neck out from his nicotine stained overcoat
With spit as thick as semen

Wash and mend, wash and mend
Wash my life away
Bleed, don't bleed, breed, don't breed
Circle my life away

Sixty Years of Telephony (Lyrics have not been confirmed)

Our rocket ships aren't on the wind
they stand at the end of the garden
stranded in self-reproach
it was safer to stay at home

And I find I always say
that I'll wait until tomorrow
and my hopes are by the backdoor
til the day after tomorrow

Our paper planes fell in the stream
we always lived in the future
in the hopes of telephones and cars
and somehow never and further

My sheets are drying in the wind
they make the white flags of surrender
I have decided to stay home
and live in happiness

The Last Astronaut

One day we'll live under the ground
with grass roots letting in the light
At night there won't be any sound
and we can stare out into space

Leaving the world behind
with all its prison thoughts
Only the truly brave
can be the astronauts

When all the gadgetry is gone
with all the tricks that we have known
Crippled with domesticity no more
then no more lies we'll use

Monkey Puzzle

I wish that I could live in
A tropicoloured world
No black or white interpretations
Given for my words
A world where it would be good
To be seen and also heard
A wonderful experiment
A tropicoloured world

Azure skies are open
Silver dreams let me in

I could bring hush like a butterfly
Or honey like a bee
Be busy as a hummingbird
Or dive deep in the sea
And I could climb a mountain
Or live in a tall tree
A wonderful experiment
A world where I was me

Clock Without Hands

Once there was a man who slept for all his life
Everything he did seemed set, date and time
Once there was a man who wept on discovering
A life of sleep walking had made him forget
All of his dreams

There's an endless web
That binds us together
Strings soft as a featherbed
Tying us down

A clockwork life is filled with few incidents
And none of them gave him much surprise
The road from A to B was always the same it seemed
It offered him some kind of comfort
Like a rope round the throat

There's an endless web
That binds us together
Strings soft as the touch of snow
Tying us down

Running Shoes (Lyrics have not been confirmed)

Whenever snow came down
You would stick out your tongue
Trying to taste the different shades of the flakes
Whenever lightning stroke
You would hide under trees
Trying to catch yourself a drop of electricity

You search for messages
Ready to ease and counter your life
The lines on your palm they set your fate like the blade of a knife
So put on your running shoes
But don't follow the footprints your find
Make sure the life in front of you isn't just like the one you left behind

You knew the magic words
To make the lost things found
You knew how to speak volumes without making a sound
You took the shortest routes
You didn't stick to paths
A small heroine no taller than the grass

No Human Company (Lyrics have not been confirmed)

If it's a destiny to hate ourselves for what we've done
Then let our minds at least beguile themselves with fantasies
The work exhaustless leaves as withered taste for empty rooms
No human company, for that would only make us feel

Our low worth didn't kill us, it made us numb

To think we have a choice to take the right things of this shelve
A tiny little voice reminds us to think of ourselves
The work exhaustless leaves as withered taste for poison words
No human company, for that would make us feel absurd