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01. Ceremony

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
It's a ceremony
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a ceremony

Oil and blood ceremony
Hold an eagle feather to my heart, yeah
On my heart
A time for magic driftin' in
Pushin' molten fire music in
Yeah, fire music in, oh
We are gathered here now in a sacred place
Yeah, yeah

Ceremony
Funky style music got you good, now children
Ceremony
Rock n' roll music got you good, good baby
Ceremony
Funky style music got you good, now children
Ceremony
Rock n' roll music got you good, oh

Ancient rhythm hit machine
Ritual music flowing strong and free
Flowing strong and free
A celebration that we need
To cleanse a world that is bleeding deep
Ooh, don't let her bleed, no
Oh, we are gathered here in a sacred place, yeah yeah

Ceremony
Rock n' roll music got you good, now children
Ceremony
Funky style music got you good, baby
Ceremony
Rock n' roll music got you good, good, good, girl
Ceremony
Funky style music got you good, ow

Baby, baby, baby...

It's a ritual time
And we need to gather together
To embrace what we have forgotten
So we can live, yeah

Ceremony
Funky style music got you good, good, girl
Ceremony
Rock n' roll music got you good, baby
Ceremony, ceremony
Got you good, yeah
Ceremony
Funky style music got you good, yeah

Ceremony

Ceremony got you good now, yeah
Ceremony got you good now, yeah
Ceremony got you good, good, good, good, good, yeah, yeah
Ceremony got you good now, yeah, yeah
Ceremony got you good now, yeah, yeah
Ceremony got you good now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

02. Wild Hearted Son

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Wild hearted son
Baby, the world didn't want me to run
To try and break me down to my knees, yeah
Wild hearted, yeah-yeah, yeah

Well now
You know, I shoot from the hip now
My fist raised in the air
I'm a whirlwind dreamer, baby
With my head high in the clouds, yeah

Ow, don't take me too lightly
I got the blues power, baby
I'm just a breed of society
I'm pushin' hard and stealin' free
Don't you try to lay no trip on me, yeah

I'm a wild hearted son
I'm comin' down like a rolling stone
Wild hearted son, yeah
I'm a wild hearted son
Hey mama, the world didn't want me to run
Wild hearted son

Ow, I was born to the city
But I longed to roam free
Got a screaming horse in my belly
Scar on my heart
I live outside of convention
You know the people who stare
I'm just a breed of society
I'm pushin' hard and I'm stealin' free
Don't try to lay no trip on me, whoa

Cause I'm a wild hearted son
I'm comin' down like a rolling stone, yeah
Wild hearted son
I'm a wild hearted son
Lil' honey, the world didn't want me to run, yeah
Wild hearted son

Baby, baby, yeah-yeah

Wild hearted son, yeah
The world didn't want me to run
Try to break me down, down...

I'm a wild hearted son
I'm comin' down like a rolling stone, yeah
Wild hearted son
I'm a wild hearted son
Lil' honey, the world didn't want me to run
Wild hearted son, son, baby, yeah

03. Earth Mofo

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Well alright

Earth mother for you
I see the world all drippin' red, ow, that's right
Earth mother for you
I see the world all drippin' red, whoa
State of confusion exists only in your head, whoa-whoa, yeah

Earth mother for you, yeah
Earth mother for you, yeah
Earth mother for you, whoo

Earth mother for you, yeah
Earth mother for you, yeah
Earth mother for you

Yeah, baby, baby

Now it's time for justice
In the scene of discontent, ow baby
A time for justice, that's justice
In the scene of discontent, yeah
State of confusion exists only in your head

Earth mother for you, yeah
Earth mother for you, yeah
Earth mother for you, ow

Earth mother for you now
Earth mother for you now
Earth mother for
Earth mother for
Earth mother for you, whoo

Now listen
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you?
What do you want now?
Think about it
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you?
What do you want now?

Earth mother for you...

Funky earth mofo, mofo
Funky, funky mofo

Earth mother for you...

04. White

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
White
Shining
Shining brightly
Pure crystal snow
White
Oh, virgin

White
White
Shining
Shining brightly
White
Yeah, white
Shining
Shining bright

Snow is crystal, the fire is cold
I sit back, watch the sun turn gold
In the morning, love is healing
Warms the frost deep in my bones
And then your mother said

White
White
It's shining
Shining bright
White
White
Shining
Shining brightly

The hunter sits on a pure white stallion
A hawk in flight, the bow in his hand
A deer approaches at the end of the forest
The arrow flies, blood on the snow
Said brother, said

White
Yeah, white
Shining
Shining brightly
White
White
Shining
Shining bright

Blood on the snow
Said brother, say
White
Shining
Shining bright
White
White
Shining

Snow is crystal
Love is pure
I look out and see a hawk in flight
The forest awaits me, the keel awaits me
I reel back, watch the sun turn to gold

Earth in the mother
Said white
Sure crystal clear, yeah, virgin white
Wilderness, lost to us
Wilderness, we reach out
Wilderness, we must embrace you once more

Yeah...
White

Shining brightly
Snow is pure now

When the barbarians approach on the frontiers of a civilization,
It is a sign of a crisis in that civilization.
When the barbarians come, not with weapons of war, but
With songs and icons of peace.
It is a sign of the crisis in one of a spiritual nature.
That a spiritual nature.
We have forgotten our spiritual nature.
Cause we are wrapped up in too much shit all day, all night.

White
Shining bright
White, yeah

Kiss the earth, I said mother, said white
Earth motherfucker, said white, ow
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah...

White
White, yeah
Yeah, white
Ooh, shining
Shining bright

Shining
Shining brightly
Earth mother
Pure cool crystal virgin
Said white
Mmm-hmm
White
Oh, white
Yeah, white
White
White
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Said white

Natural earth mother
White
The snow virgin crystal
White

City draggin' me down
That's grey
Life is grey
Gotta get the rhythm

Don't tell me what I'm feelin', ow
White
Uh, white
Uh, white
Ooh yeah, white
Funky white, ow

Ooh, white, yeah

05. If

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
If
If that's the way that it is, ooh
If
If that's the way that it is

If we put our hearts together
And overcome our hesitation
Maybe we could join our love as one
And storm the gates of heaven, yeah

If the winds of change
Would blow in the favour of man
Resolve our situation
Undo the work of idle temptation

Oh yeah
Well, the test of time, the test of time
Oh yeah
You know, freedom will fly, yeah

If
If that's the way that it is
We gotta fight to live
If
If that's the way that it is, yeah
We gotta fight to live, yeah

If the tribes of Eden
Could find some common ground
Share in life and wisdom
And free our minds from prison, baby
If there came a prophet
Will he show us to the promised land?
Gotta start talkin'
Gotta start talkin'
Talkin', yeah
Ooh yeah
Whoa yeah-yeah

Oh, the test of time
Oh, freedom will fly

If
If that's the way that it is, yeah-yeah
We gotta fight to live, yeah
If
If that's the way that it is, well
We gotta fight to live, ooh yeah

Runnin' out of time, yeah
Coming like a holy war

We gotta fight to live
Gotta struggle now
Fight to live

If, yeah
If that's the way that it is, yeah
We gotta fight to live, ow
If
If that's the way that it is
If that's the way that it is
We gotta fight to live
Fight to live, yeah, ow
Ooh yeah-yeah
Ow...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fight to live...

06. Full Tilt

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Ooh yeah, yeah-yeah

Gunfire ricochet off my halo
My head is buzzin' like a hive of bees
The truth is certain, I gotta start livin'
I've been down for all to see, yeah
All my dreams creepin' up on me
The whole world is my destiny
Sweet lord, set us all free
Only one future I see, yeah

Full tilt
I'm finally hit, yeah-yeah
Full tilt
Ooh, I'm in love with that shit, baby

Oh, we've been down with our heads in the sand
Complaining that there's nothing to do
Now people listen, I'm sick of excuses
That dull confusion baby, finally through
All that time pushin' hard on me
Freak society, my destiny
Sweet lord, set us all free
Only one future I see, yeah

Full tilt
I'm finally hit, yeah
Full tilt,
Ooh, I'm in love with that shit, yeah

Full tilt, finally hit
Baby, that's how I feel
Full tilt, gonna make you sweat
That's the only deal

Full tilt, now I'm free
Baby ignite my soul
Full tilt, I'm in love with that shit
Baby that's rock n' roll, yeah

Super fat funky

Gunfire ricocheted off my halo
My head is buzzin' like a hive of bees, yeah
You gotta start livin'
We gotta start livin', livin'
Do it

07. Heart Of Soul

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Down and out in London
Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh
I drank a river in my time
To get on through, yeah

Well, the night, it rise above you, rise above me
And the blues, they swirl around me

To the heart of soul
You got to bleed a little while you sing
Lest the words don't mean nothing, no
Get to the heart of soul
Gotta get to the heart of soul, yeah

Get to the hip, now baby
'Fore the hip get to you, lil' woman
Try to bend me out of shape
Can't tell me, can't tell me what to do, little honey

Well, the night, it rise above me, rise above me, yeah
And those blues, they swirl around me, ooh, ooh

To the heart of soul
You gotta bleed a little while you sing
Lest the words don't mean nothing, no
Ow, get to the heart of soul, yeah
Gotta get to the heart of soul

You gotta bleed a little while your singing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lest the words don't mean nothing, no
Get to the heart of soul, yeah
Baby, heart of soul, ow

From the delta
Down on the river
We need some heart of soul
In the world today now
A little bit of heart of soul now
In the world today
A little bit of soul now
A little heart of so-so-so-so, soul

You gotta bleed a little while your singing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lest the words don't mean nothing, no they don't, no
Get to the heart of soul, yeah
Ow, baby, heart of soul

What I want
Is a heart of soul
What I want
What I need
Is a heart of soul now
What I want
Heart of soul yeah
What I want baby is a heart of soul

You got the heart, you got the soul
You got the heart of soul

You got the power, you got the heart
You got the soul

08. Bangkok Rain

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Black night baby
Past the midnight hour, yeah
All around me, all around me, all around me
Butterfly women singing

No time for trouble
A time of joy
I'm far from home
Don't care no more

Fallin' down
The Bangkok rain keeps fallin' down
Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down
Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down
I love that sound

Sittin' in a bar in Bangkok
Waitin' for the rain to stop
All around me, the butterfly women talkin'
Just talkin' and singing

No time for trouble
A time for joy now
I don't care no more
I don't care no more

Fallin' down
The Bangkok rain keeps fallin' down
Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down
Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down
Down on the ground, yeah, ow

No time for trouble
It's a time for joy
I don't care no more
I'm too far from home

Fallin' down
Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down
Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down
Bangkok rain keeps on fallin' down
Down on the ground, yeah

I'm a free spirit
A travelling man
Round the world I like to lurk
The rain comes down
In a Bangkok town
My heart is in my mouth
Baby, won't you please take me home?
I ain't got nowhere to go
No trouble
Freaky city

Freaky city
Freak city
Freak city

Freak city
Freak city
Freaky city

09. Indian

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Indian woman, let down your hair
Indian woman, let down your hair
Blood red wine, layered in time
Blood red wine, layered in time

Standing at the edge of the world
Please help me girl, help me girl
Standing at the edge of the world, yeah-yeah
Help me girl, oh help me girl
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Standin' in the forest, awaiting your penance
Standin' in the forest, awaiting your penance, oh
Indian woman, let down your hair
Indian woman, let down your hair

Standing at the edge of the world
Please help me girl, please help me girl
I'm standing at the edge of the world
Please help me girl, help me girl
Yeah-yeah

All the temples stand in ruin (in ruin)
Reaching out to the gods of the sky (gods of the sky)
While the Earth beats to the rhythm (beats to the rhythm)
My indian lover's high, high, high, high

Standing at the edge of the world
Ooh, help me girl, please help me girl
Standing at the edge of the world
Please help me girl, help me girl

Standing at the edge of the world
Help me girl, Indian woman
Help me, hey, Indian woman
Oh help me girl, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let down your hair
Indian woman, let down your hair, hey-yeah

Standing at the edge of the world
Standing at the edge of the world
Standing at the edge of the world
The world

10. Sweet Salvation

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Oh, ask the dust
No harm will come between us
Oh beautiful, radiant child
Eyes azure, vow to me
Your golden heart
Ooh, she moves in silence
Then whispers to me
Sets my soul harp on fire

Sweet salvation, baby
Melts my heart made of stone
Please guide me and carry me on
Sweet salvation is
For this man made of stone
Please hold me and embrace my soul

Seduced by your glance
Overwhelmed and enchanted by you, baby
Well, when the loving is good
Do you feel strong now?
You know past lives, they don't matter anyhow
Oh, she moves in silence
Then she whispers to me
Sets my soul harp on fire

Sweet salvation, baby
Melts my heart made of stone
Please guide me and carry me on, yeah
Sweet salvation is
For this man made of stone
Please hold me and embrace my soul

Sweet salvation, baby
Melts my heart made of stone
Please guide me and carry me on
Sweet salvation is
For this man made of stone
Please hold me and embrace my soul

Oh...
Yeah...
Oh...

Sweet salvation, baby
Melts my heart made of stone
Please guide me and carry me

Sweet salvation

You make me feel strong now, baby, yeah
You make me feel like the king of the world

11. Wonderland

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Divine intervention in this decaying world
While a hip young dude stood passionately
Succumbing to the he-dog sound
Of the mystifying beat combo that
Breaks down your door
Gonna take you high now, take you real high

Kickin' down the devil's door
Cheap thrills baby, I need some more
City on fire becoming me
Let's hurry lover and fly together
Majestic high and soaring now
Babylon bares her breast again
Time's like quicksand
Soon again, I'm standing naked in

Wonderland
I feel mistreated, yeah, ow
Wonderland
I feel defeated but not for long

Oh, tear the petals from this sweet narcissus
Crumbles gently in the palm of my hand
What once was inviting is dull and blinding
Once magnificent has slipped away
Serpent in my belly stomach crawlin' now
Wipe the sweat from my furrowed brow
Time's like quicksand
Soon again, I'm standing naked in

Wonderland
I feel mistreated, yeah
Wonderland
I feel defeated, yeah, but not for long
Wonderland
Bound and branded, yeah, on my back
Wonderland
Tired and cheated, yeah-yeah
Ooh yeah

Divine intervention in this decaying world
While the hip young dude stood passionately
Succumbing to the he-dog sound
You know the sound that breaks down your doors?
Are listening to me, now?
The sound of a mystifying beat combo
That's gonna take you higher, baby

Wonderland
Bound and branded, look out
Wonderland
Tired, tired and cheated, yeah

Earth's your mother...
Heed your brother...

12. No. 13

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
Number thirteen I feel like you sometimes like I don't fit in
Number thirteen I feel like you sometimes I just don't fit in
Number thirteen on the edge of the world no flash in their house
Number thirteen the odd one out you're not cared you could chill

I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love
I need your love I need your love I need your love I need your love

Number thirteen I look in your eyes innocent chimes
Like clouds and bad dreams follow you wherever you go
Fathers and saints salute you fathers and saints salute you
That's no consolation when you're doing time for someone else's crime

13. Bleeding Heart Graffiti

Music by The Cult
Lyrics by Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy
I wipe the blood from my lip
With a ragged scarf now
I get the feeling
You don't care anymore
Shaken up and shattered
I pick myself from the floor
Those sweat stained dreams
All tattered and torn

Oh bleeding heart graffiti
I don't need it
Baby I don't need it
Oh bleeding heart graffiti
I don't need it
Baby I don't need it

Amongst the broken glass now
You standing in the street
Times a crawling
My life slipping by
Although I hang my head down
To the grownd and I
Tired of crying
Those whiskey soaked tears

Oh bleeding heart graffiti
I don't need it
Baby I don't need it
Oh bleeding heart graffiti
I don't need it
Baby I don't need it

I will follow the rainbow
To the end of the road and I
Didn't do you no harm, well woman
I'm a man waiting for the sun to shine
I have waited for too long, yea baby
Don't you cry now woman
Don't you cry now honey
'Cause sometime that sun is gonna shine on me, yea

Oh bleeding heart graffiti
I don't need it
Baby I don't need it
Oh bleeding heart graffiti
I don't need it
Baby I don't need it

Bleeding heart graffiti
I don't need it
Baby I don't need it
Oh bleeding heart graffiti
I don't need it
Baby I don't need it