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Artist: Queen (January 1991) 

While the sun hangs in the sky

and the desert has sand,

while the waves crash in the sea and meet the land,
while there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow,
'til the mountains crumble into the plain.

Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying.

Tread that fine line.

Oh, we'll keep on trying, yeah,

just passing our time.

While we live according to race, colour or creed,

while we rule by blind madness and pure greed

our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion...

Through the aeons

and on and on.

Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying.

We'll tread that fine line.

Oh, oh, we'll keep on trying.

'Til the end of time.
'Til the end of time.

Through the sorrow,

all through our splendour,

don't take offense at my innuendo.

You can be anything you want to be,

just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be.

Be free with your tempo be free, be free!

Surrender your ego, be free, be free to yourself.

If there's a God or any kind of Justice under the sky,

if there's a point, if there's a reason to live or die, huh,

if there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask,

show yourself -- destroy our fears -- release your mask!

Oh, yes, we'll keep on trying.
Hey, tread that fine line!
Yeah, keep on smiling yeah (yeah, yeah).
And, whatever will be will be!
Just keep on trying.

'Til the end of time.
'Til the end of time.
'Til the end of time!

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Artist: The Creatures

They would seek high, they would seek low 
calling their manchild as the trouble did flow 
There's always somebody to watch over me 
I'm never alone, I wish they'd leave me be 

Never alone 
I'm never alone... 

I'm just a boy, not long for this world 
I'm called Nelsito and I'm thirteen years old 
for nearly two decades this vendetta has raged 
There are no men -- I'm the last in the chain 

Last in the chain 
I'm manchild man 

Marimba sing high, marimba sing low, 
marimba sing high as the cemetery grows 
All have been wept for husbands, brothers, grandsons, 
grandfathers, nephews, cousins, uncles, fathers, and sons 

I walk in boots too big for me 
the women do cry as they watch over me 
I work at the altar, I try to be good 
but just like the others, I'll soon travel in wood 

I try to be good 
Manchild in wood 
I wait for manhood 
I'm the manchild. 

She's not a girl who misses much/
Do do do do do do, oh yeah/

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane./

The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors on his hobnail boots./

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime./

A soap impression of his wife which he ate and donated to the National Trust./

I need a fix cos I'm going down/
Down to the bits that I left uptown/
I need a fix cos I'm going down./

Mother Superior, jump the gun. (repeat 6x)/

Happiness is a warm gun (bang, bang -- shoot, shoot)./
Happiness is a warm gun, mama (bang, bang -- shoot shoot)./

When I hold you in my arms (oh, yeah),/
And I feel my finger on your trigger (oh, yeah),/
I know nobody can do me no harm (oh, yeah)./

Because, (happiness) is a warm gun, mama (bang, bang -- shoot, shoot)./
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang, bang -- shoot, shoot),/

Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun.../
Happiness (bang bang shoot shoot)/

Well, dontcha know that happiness (happiness) is a warm gun, (is a warm gun, yeah).

Come and meet/
Another kind of love/
Meet another kind of love/
Different than the real thing/
But just as demanding/
And just as demeaning.

Treacled in apathy/
All worries swept away/
By one so simple act of annihilation/
And I've not cried like this/
And I've not felt this calm.

You've arrived at the moment/
To cross over the threshold/

I met another kind of love/
Met another kind of love/
And I've not felt alive in this way/
For a long time/

Your pleaser/
Annoyer/
Destroyer/
and Voyeur.

Waits alone at the corner/
At the back door to paradise/
the back door to paradise/

You're shaking all over/
It's time to cross over the threshold/
And there's no way back my angel/
There's no way back for an angel.

Faces at a window, fingers clutching at the bars./A fly skips from an
eyebrow to an elbow, across a scar./And stars are laughing as the
wind bites -- doesn't leave a mark... because the Tower stands
impregnable -- a beacon in the dark.

And no one names a crime committed, no one blames a soul./Their cases
heard so long ago -- forgot about parole./And faculties are failing
because they're really rather old./And sick. And tired, much too
jaded. How they weep, 'cos how they hate it.

Sky dye on her fingers, the air was turning blue, as Captain
whispered, "Blindfold's optional - you wouldn't like the view!"/ She
shook her head and shouted back, "I'd like to see this through!" Then
joined the line of hostages was 13th in the queue.

Rusty chains and armoured pillows stuffed with silver pins./
Collecting lives like butterflies, keep them all locked in./ Tattoo
with a star, write a number on the chin... It's not for turning./
Slowly learning./ Stomach churns, the fire's burning...

No one has the key to the Tower.

No one has the key to the Tower.

No one has the key to the Tower.

And if you listen carefully, you'll hear a baby cry. Torn screaming
from her mother's womb -- the lady nearly died. But the torment never
stops, it's written right across the eyes of George and Jeannie,
Charlotte, Renie, Uncle Geoff, Cousin Julie, Audrey, Johnny, Andy,
Mandy, Algernon. And Barbarella, Shelly, Napoleon. Winston, April,
Philip, Roland, Barry, Sally, Patrick, Me! Me! Mimi...

@--->----

This town was built on muddy stilts

By the lunatic parade

It rains like Revelations

Gonna wash these freaks away

------<---@

Some girls wanna hold your hand

And some girls like to pray

Well my girl takes her drinks

With dust and rusty razor blades

@--->----

As I lie between these covers

I wanna tell her that I love it

When she chokes me in the

Backseat of her riverboat 'cause

------<---@

She's my man

And we got all the balls we need

When you taste that pavement

You're amazed

She smells your sympathy

So bye bye ladies

May the best queen hold the crown

@--->----

For the most bush sold on the levee

My my, how word gets around

She strangles for a good time

And she kills my self-control

She's my man, don't be too sad sonny

'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

@--->----

Someday soon, this dank lagoon's

Gonna sink right into hell

They'll hide you from Big Ida

At the Sho' Enough Hotel

The Ladies of the evening's just

A tombstone in your bed

Well, my girl eats a wounded preacher
'tween two loaves of bread

------<---@
I know she's up to something
But how can I run when she's just
Keel-hauled twenty-one to nothing
I'll stay next to the steel coal oven 'cause

@--->----
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown

-----<---@

For the most bush sold on the levee

My my, how word gets around

She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

@--->----
All you need's just a fist of a tear-stained bunny
When the good ship comes to town
Who said loves a bitch'll sit next to me honey
Because this old boat's gonna run aground
I don't want to be the burden
Or your jealous bastard
I don't wanna be the Tarzan of your next epic disaster

------<---@
She's my man
And we got all the balls we need
When you taste that pavement
You're amazed
She smells your sympathy

@--->-----
So bye bye ladies
May the best queen hold the crown
For the most bush sold on the levee
My my, how word gets around
She strangles for a good time
And she kills my self-control
She's my man, don't be too sad sonny
'Cause she'll never be your woman no more

@--->---
She's my man, can't you feel her comin'
She's my man, she's gonna keep you runnin'
She's my man, she's gonna teach you something
She's me, she's my man