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Tracks
01. Horse Nation
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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And they come
And they come
See them prancing
They come neighing, they come
A horse nation
See them prancing
Neighing they came
See them prancing
Proudly they will come again
The whole world is coming
From the four directions
Scream and shout
See them prancing
They come neighing, they come
A horse nation
See them prancing
Neighing they came
See them prancing
Proudly they will come again
The whole world is coming
From the four directions
Scream and shout
See them prancing
They come neighing
A horse nation
Neighing they came
See them prancing
They come neighing
A horse nation
Neighing they came
See them prancing
Proudly they will come again
The whole world is coming
From the four directions
Why don't you scream and shout?
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02. Spiritwalker
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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Aha, haa
Aha, aaa
Aha, aha
Aha, aaa
Let it be beautiful when I sing the last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let the sun shine on me when I sing the last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
Let all the children kiss the stars before they sing their last song
I will give you even my body
Spiritwalker
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
Let all the children kiss the sun before they sing their last song
I will have the whole world to make music with me
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
Starwalker
Starwalker
Spiritwalker
Spiritwalker
Windwalker
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
Starwalker
Starwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker
Windwalker
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
Spirit, spirit, spirit spirit
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
Spirit, spirit, spirit spirit
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
Spirit, spirit, spirit spirit
(Aaa, aaa, aaa)
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03. 83rd Dream
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren field
An old way that I don't understand
It kinda touched me for a day
Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren field
An old way that I don't understand
You know, it kinda touched me for a day
There are no bright skies
Where the eagle flies
Suddenly inside me, inside me
I don't need
I am alive
I am alive
Hey, hey
So psychedelic, driving over the sun
Past the still sky trees and fields
To the place the great relics have kissed you know
It kinda touched me for a day
There are no bright skies
Where the eagle flies
Suddenly inside me, inside me
I don't need
I am alive
I am alive
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
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04. Butterflies
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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The wild wide eye with her painted wing
She crushed the gray boy
Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide
Her painted wing became my suicide, suicide
The whole world did not start to cry
They just got inside me
And now they walk behind me
They walk behind me
They walk behind me, oh Lord
Like little dogs
Like stony dogs, you know
Stony dogs, stony dogs
They walk behind me, oh Lord
They walk, behind me
Behind me, oh Lord
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05. Go West
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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Go West young man
And break bread in the new lands
And my life is over
While yours, just beginnin'
Go West young man
And break bread in the new lands
And my life is over
While yours just beginnin'
We can offer you everythin'
We can offer you everythin'
We can offer you everythin'
We can offer you everythin'
We can offer you everythin'
An' we can offer you everythin'
The crazy spinnin' circle's goin' round and round
The crazy spinnin' circle's goin' round and round
The crazy spinnin' circle's goin' round and round
Around and round
Around and round
Go West young man
Are your dreams in the new lands?
And my life is over
While yours, just beginnin'
Say, hey
Go West young man
Go West young man
And spread your wings in the new, new, new, new, new lands
And my life is over
While yours, just beginnin'
Say, hey
We can offer you everythin'
(I must be high)
We can offer you everythin'
(If everything gone away)
We can offer you everythin'
(This place and time)
We can offer you everythin'
(This place and time)
We can offer you everythin'
(Well, I must be high)
We can offer you everythin'
(So do I)
Go West young man
And break those heads in the new lands
And my life is over
While yours, just beginnin'
Say, hey
We can offer you everythin'
(Everything)
We can offer you everythin'
(Don't tell a lie)
We can offer you everythin'
(Everything)
We can offer you everythin'
The crazy spinnin' circle's goin' round and round
The crazy spinnin' circle's goin' round and round
The crazy spinnin' circle's goin' round and round
Around and round
Around and round
Around and round
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06. Gimmick
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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There's a whisper in the wires, no love
Of a black train-a-comin', no love
From the heart of the desert, no love
And the rhythm's not my hometown
My eyes are open, no love
Watching for the train, no love, no love
Just a breath across the ocean
Feel no love, if it flies it dies
Flags into a pocket, no love
We're standing on a platform, feel no love
In everyone a hook line, no love, no love
Against me making time, feel no love
Whisper in the wires, no love
Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love
From the heart of the desert, no love
And the rhythm's not my hometown
And the rhythm's not my hometown
I feel no love
And the rhythm's not my hometown
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07. A Flower In The Desert
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Astbury/Jepson/Burroughs/Quereshi
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Wait a minute, my friend
Don't pass me up for dead
As babylon crumbles to sand
A sweet flower blossoms in my hand
Another day is ending for you
Another day
While I'm alive, you see my rivers flowing
Don't wanna be like you
There are no wild beasts in here, I know
There are no wild beasts in here, we know
And a voice of the people cries
As it drones on in monotone
Here is the news, it's all so sad, sad
Ooh, and those black and whites
But thy knew it
Took a few and those panties in acquainted ways
Come on
Come on
Come on away, yeah
Wait a minute, my friend
Don't pass me up for dead
As babylon crumbles to sand
A sweet flower blossoms in my hand
Another day is ending for you
Another day, another day
I'm alive
You see my body burning
Burning up in here
There are no others in here, I know
There are no others in here, oh no
Burning up in here
You know, you know
Step a little closer
I wonder if you can
Remember me in this way
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08. Dreamtime
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Oh the dream, dreamtime
I will have my dreamtime
My dreamtime, my dreamtime
The only thing untouched that's mine
I will have my dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Oh the dream, dreamtime
I will wear my hair long
My hair long, my hair long
An extension of my heart
I will wear my hair long
Dream
Dream
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Oh the dream, dreamtime
I will have my dreamtime
My dreamtime, my dreamtime
The only thing untouched that's mine
I will have my dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Oh the dream, dreamtime
Dream
Dream
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
Dreamtime, dreamtime
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09. Rider In The Snow
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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Reaching for a reason, a rider in the snow
Has not far to go, has not far to go
Bomb unite the land, I call deep inside
Where no barriers hide, there's no mistake
The time of change
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Meanwhile back in town, behind a paper frown
There's no mistake, the time of change
The stars sigh as they look down
His horse is broken now, on his knees
Gray hair tumbled down, his gray hair tumbled down
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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10. Bad Medicine Walz
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
I reach out my hand, I reach out my hand
For that bad medicine
The crowds are full of heroes, propping up the mark
With their empty goals, it's starting
And it's raining and the porno burns my eyes
Wipe away the tear with the skin from my hide
Don't you give into that bad medicine
Keep on smiling
It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
Oh, it's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
I've heard about this new world you're building
But will there be room for me? It's starting
And it's raining and the porno burns my eyes
Wipe away the tear with the skin from my hide
Reach out for that bad medicine
Ooh, feel your skin burn, feel your soul turn
Don't you give into, don't you give into
That bad medicine, bad medicine
Smile, it may take a while
But it's better than being nailed to the floor
Spit in their face if they stare while you're down
Don't reach out for that bad medicine
Don't reach out for that bad medicine
Try smiling or smile or smile, bad medicine get hold of
Bad medicine get hold of you, wipe away the tears
With the skin from my hide, wipe away the tears
With the skin from my hide
It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
I reach out my hand, I reach out my hand
For that bad medicine, don't you give into
Don't you give into that bad medicine, that bad medicine
Mm, bad medicine, mm, bad medicine
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11. Bone Bag
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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The strangeness that I feel
Rattles my bones
It rattles my bones
Ain't no bonebag
I'm tired and sagging
Only 21 but feel like 99 sometimes
Just sittin' here
In my lazy chair
Watching all the young ones
With their grey hair
Ain't no bonebag
I'm tired and sagging
You know I feel like 99 sometimes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bonebag
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bonebag
Ain't no bonebag
I'm tired and sagging
Only 21 but I feel like 99 sometimes
Makes me feel like 99
Feel like 99
And I feel, feel, feel...
Feel like 99
Only 21 sometimes
Feel like
Feel like
Bonebag
Bonebag
Bonebag
Ain't no bonebag
Bonebag
Ain't no bonebag
Ain't no bonebag
And I feel like 99 sometimes
Ain't no bonebag
I'm tired and sagging
I ain't no bonebag
I'm tired anymore
Only 21
Like 99 sometimes
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12. Sea and Sky
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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The boats have sailed away
I stand here on the shore
Can't see them anymore
Can't see them anymore
Waving from afar
To the land called home
Can you come back soon?
We wish we could
We think we've gone too far
On this ship of fools
We think we've gone too far
On this ship of fools
And now, I walk the shore
Searching for my soul
Born in sea and sky
I was born in sea and sky
Cast afloat the sea
Is the ship of fools
And cast afloat the sea
Is the ship of fools
Heaven's know why
They went away
They're all aboard
Except for me
Can you come back soon?
We wish we could
We think we've gone too far
On this ship of fools
On this ship of fools
On this ship of fools
And now, I walk the shore
Searching for my soul
And born in sea and sky
I was born in sea and sky
In this ship of fools
In this ship of fools
Cast afloat the sea
Is this ship of fools
We think we've gone too far
We think we've gone too far
Think we've gone too far
Think we've gone too far
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13. Resurrection Joe
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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I said hep cats, sinners, brats
Suck on this for sunshine
This is the resurrection
Yea, of the good times
I said hep cats, sinners, brats
Sunshine
This is the resurrection
Yea, yea, yea, of the good times
I said hep cats, sinners, brats
Suck on me for sunshine
This is the resurrection, yea
Yea, of the good times
Resurrection Joe
Resurrection Joe
Two soldiers went marching
Well, down an open road
With a guilty load
One turned, the other said
"I am dead
This is my calling
On to you
My resurrection for you, yea"
I said
Hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep, hep
Suck on this
For the sunshine
Resurrection Joe
Resurrection Joe
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14. Love Removal Machine
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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Check this one
Fell to the red room because she was there
A scarlet woman, she got me in fear
She said, "Do all those things that you do to me
You know what I mean, boy
Do all those things that you do to me"
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Gimme love, soul shaker
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I fell from the sky
Yesterday, you blew my mind, oh yeah
Having trouble with my direction
Upside-down, psychotic reaction, oh
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Gimme love, soul stealer
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Gimme love
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Gimme love, fun remover
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Gimme love, fun remover
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Gimme love
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Gimme love, soul shaker
(Talkin' 'bout love)
Love removal machine
Look out, here she comes
Look out, here she comes
I said, "Look out, here she comes"
Look out, here she comes, yeah
Shake it, don't break it, baby
Shake it, don't break it, baby
Shake it, don't break it, baby
Shake it, don't break it, baby
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15. Zap City
Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
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Indians bones are crushed to dust
On the road to Zap city
Devil's slow to recognize
Whether we all live in Zap city
Young girls flock to the beaches
Checkin' out boys, checking out creatures
Pacify, sanctify
To the old deal, Zap city
Zap city, she's so pretty
We ordain, mother to many
Zap city, she's so pretty
The girl of your dreams
Livin' in stations sandy girls
Hot on route 66 to Zap city
Another day in paradise
Metropolis moves like a hungry wolf
Desert palm trees, are they real
Line the roadside to Zap city
Buildings red, blood from the sky
Dancing drug addicts real so far
Zap city, she's so pretty
We ordain, mother to many
Zap city, she's so pretty
The girl of your dreams
Zap city, she's so pretty
We ordain, mother to many
Zap city, she's so pretty
The girl of your dreams
Gasoline, mescaline
Abrasive she dog bites
Beauty queen wrapped up too tight
Getting high, staying up all night
Siren's call breaks through the night
God, oh, he's got to fly
Zap city, you know she's so pretty
She's so goddamn pretty
Zap city, she's so pretty
We ordain, mother to many
Zap city, she's so pretty
The girl of your dreams
Zap city, she's so pretty
We ordain, mother to many
Zap city, she's so pretty
The girl of your dreams
Yeah, yeah, yeah
City, city, city, yeah, yeah, yeah
City, city, city, yeah, yeah, yeah
City, city, city, yeah, yeah, yeah
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