1. |
Juana Of Castile
05:33
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Daughter of Aragon
No crown for a mad queen
Ne’er to rule as queen was born
La Loca De Amore
Who will take a dead heart and make it dance again?
Who will take a dead heart and make it dance again?
Daughter of Aragon
A dead prince you mourn
Stole your heart and stole your crown
La Loca De Amore
Who will take a dead heart and make it dance again?
Who will take a dead heart and make it dance again?
Who will take a dead heart and make it dance again?
Who will take a dead heart and make it dance again?
Who will take a dead heart and make it dance again?
Who will take a dead heart and make it dance again?
La Loca De Amore
La Loca De Amore
La Loca De Amore
La Loca De Amore
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2. |
Bat-Wing Girl
05:04
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The bat-wing girl flies around the room
She is caught a thousand miles from the moon
But she is happy, happy as a bat-wing girl can be
Because tonight is bat-wing night for bat-wing girl & me
The bat-wing girl says, “Shh, I am a bat-wing girl
And bat-wing girls don’t talk in bat-wing world"
I’d like to fly, just bat-wing girl and me,
And be bat-wing girl’s bat-wing boy, for she
Is caught a thousand miles from the moon
And she flies, she flies around the room
But she is happy, happy as a bat-wing girl can be
Because tonight is bat-wing night for bat-wing girl and me
Because tonight is bat-wing night for bat-wing girl and me
Bat-wing girl and me
Shh
Shh
Shh
Shh
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3. |
Six Lashes
04:31
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When you're holding out your hand
You get what you are given
Not what you've been asking for
And as if that's not enough
When you're holding back the tears
Because you've got what you been given
Not what you've been asking for
And as if that's not enough
Six lashes my boy
And I hope that they hurt you
Six hard lashes on those mummy's boy hands
Do you feel those fingertips?
No, you shouldn't by now
Six lashes my boy,
You'll get what you are given
When you're crying not from pain,
But from the lack of justice
That you've been asking for
And as if that's not enough
Six lashes my boy
And I hope that they hurt you
Six hard lashes on those mummy's boy hands
Do you feel those fingertips?
No, you shouldn't by now
Six lashes my boy,
You'll get what you are given
When you're holding out your hand,
You are reaching for the stars
And that's all you've been asking for
And as if that's not enough
Six lashes my boy
And I hope that they hurt you
Six hard lashes on those mummy's boy hands
Do you feel those fingertips?
No, you shouldn't by now
Six lashes my boy,
You'll get what you are given
Six hard lashes on those mummy’s boy hands
Six lashes
Six lashes
Six lashes
Six lashes
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4. |
Shadows Reprise
07:58
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Shades of six o’clock
Cicadas tick in time
As she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself
And her tears fall and tick like six o’clock
Cicadas on the sand
By the blue-carpet sea
as she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself
She turns to face the remains of the day
Then she turns to look away
She cries when she is with him
She cries when she is on her own
And her tears fall and tick like six o’clock
Cicadas on the sand
By the blue-carpet sea
as she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself
She takes a pill to go to sleep
Then she tries to stay awake
It’s getting late, she must go now
But where the hell to go?
And her tears fall and tick like six o’clock
Cicadas on the sand
By the blue-carpet sea
as she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself
The blue-carpet sea laps the land
As she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself
She takes a pill to go to sleep
Then she tries to stay awake
It’s getting late, she must go now
But, where the hell to go?
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself
The blue-carpet sea laps the land
As she walks hand in hand
With the shadow of herself
She takes a pill to go to sleep
Then she tries to stay awake
It’s getting late, she must go now
But, where the hell to go?
With the shadow of herself
With the shadow of herself
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