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Exposition of Fools
06:54
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Exposition of Fools
It’s a long story that we’ve never told
Before time passes by
Before we grow old
Before we lose to our senses
We were jumping over fences
We were led to believe
The chance was ours to achieve
Just what was awaiting us
Invalid dreams on a tour bus
This is where your fantasies are realized
Most of them don’t come out alive
Oh, we didn’t know what to expect
We were led to believe there will be no regrets
The Exposition of Fools
Is on display but there’s a price to pay
The Exposition if no recognition
Is on display but there’s a price to pay
We played at empty clubs
We payed the toll
So we closed our eyes
And we played from our soul
When we opened our eyes
Tickets had been sold
I believe in fate but I hate to admit
Our destiny has been altered a bit
The music speaks for itself
It’s up to us and no one else
We gotta play our cards right
If we’re gonna play the game
Oh, we didn’t know what to expect
We were led to believe there will be no regrets
The Exposition of Fools
Is on display but there’s a price to pay
The Exposition if no recognition
Is on display but there’s a price to pay
Entering into the dark chapter
Seeing things that were not really there
Merging thoughts that were unwelcome
Most of them I cannot share
The hidden truth behind the scenes
Covered in the rock magazines
The deception of fame and glamour
It's as if someone hit you with a hammer
The Exposition of Fools
Is on display but there’s a price to pay
The Exposition if no recognition
Is on display but there’s a price to pay
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2. |
Tyrannical Megalomaniac
04:11
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Tyrannical Megalomaniac
Striking tall at 6 foot 3 and painfully thin
He was the loudest Hammond organ player
At the Marquee Club back then
No one knew there was no indication
Of what was to unfold
In the approaching next 12 hours
Leaving stories untold
Tyrannical Megalomaniac
He spares nothing to play with attack
He pulls the draw bars out
to play up an octave
He draws you in closer with sounds so addictive
The fire was kept alive
with the flames of time
When he pressed the keys
There was a piercing sound
Of psychedelic chime
He was the master of all nightmares
Instilling fright
Playing haunting melodies
Reverberating into the night
Tyrannical Megalomaniac
He spares nothing to play with attack
He pulls the draw bars out
to play up an octave
He draws you in closer with sounds so addictive
At the Lyceum Ballroom in The Strand
Her witchcraft played a hand
By sabotaging Vincent’s gear
In which he could no longer hear
He hit the keys…nothing ….Dead Silence!
Forcing him to cancel the show
As tensions rose within the hall
Tearing up venue rows
Tyrannical Megalomaniac
He spares nothing to play with attack
He pulls the draw bars out
to play up an octave
He draws you in closer with sounds so addictive
Tyrannical Megalomaniac
He spares nothing to play with attack
He pulls the draw bars out
to play up an octave
He draws you in closer with a tone so seductive
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3. |
Addicted to the Water
04:18
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Addicted to the Water
Turning back the clocks to the time and place
Perming flowers in your hair
Enchantment on your face
Playing in smokey clubs full of drunken fools
Throwing beer bottles on the stage
Thinking it was cool
Addicted to the water that puts me to sleep
Will I ever wake from the deep
The tour was jinxed when the lights went out
In a storm of angry shouts
The show’s been called off
The power’s been cut off
The tour has ended
The deal suspended
The rooster has been fried for dinner
Cooked alive for the last sinner
It made no difference where they’d been
Death walked in front of them
Looking for an escape to eternity
Sleeping for years might provide the opportunity
Addicted to the water that puts me to sleep
Will I ever wake from the deep
The tour was jinxed when the lights went out
In a storm of angry shouts
The show’s been called off
The power’s been cut off
The tour has ended
The deal suspended
The organ was lifted onto the stage with a crane
Chessman showed no signs of being insane
The scarey voice of Vincent Price
Who dared him to roll the dice
And don’t even think twice
Addicted to the water that puts me to sleep
Will I ever awake from the deep
The tour was jinxed when the lights went out
In a storm of angry shouts
The show’s been called off
The power’s been cut off
The tour has ended
The deal suspended
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Fascination with the Afterlife
Reaching our limit we had nowhere to go
Hitting a dead end with little to show
We had been told that it would end however
Now it’s nothing but a shattered dream
A wasted endeavor
Another tune, another town
They played their music all around
Until they got noticed by
Someone in the dark in disguise
The time is passing by so fast
They could never be the last
To play their songs to someone
Who would listen to them
The day has come
Their fascination with the afterlife
an illusion of life
Imaginary scenes
Just another dream
No one would believe them
How would they be perceived ?
at the wrong place at the wrong time
Or were they deceived ?
Forgotten names of the past
An overture that didn’t last
The final composition
A disposition
Adding to their requisition
They are free to soar like never before
Entering the souls of the love torn
By setting their empty hearts on fire
The endless cycle of desire
Their fascination with the afterlife
an illusion of life
Imaginary scenes
Just another dream
Under the current was a message hidden
With indications pointing to
A darker vision
The winds blew onto the stage
The crowds went into a rage
There was no fire escape
They slipped under the cape
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5. |
The Revolving Door
06:12
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The Revolving Door
There was a black snake hiding under the sun
Waiting for tomorrow night to come
A spoonful of bromide helps the pulse rate go down
The Crazy World of Arthur Brown
There was peace and love back in 69
As they were subjected to the times
Under the Sign on the Chinese calendar
So the named the band Atomic Rooster
It all started with Mr. Crane on the organ
And Carl behind the drums
Then they met Brian Jones
Who had been let go from The Rolling Stones
So in March, they added Jon Dunn
Playing guitar and vocals it had to be done
It wasn’t far after that they met Chris Farlowe
Exploding on the kit with Ric Parnell
Walking through the band’s revolving door
Their records reaching shelves on the record stores
Appearing on TV playing Stand By Me
Until their sales slipped to some degree
Bridge
Can’t find a reason
Don’t know what they are
Head in the sky
You’re sleeping too long
I can’t take no more
Decline and fall
Hold it through the night
The Revolving Door
*organ solo
The more they got deeper into soul
The more lost their Rock n Roll
Steve Bolton bolted from the group
A new ingredient was added to the soup
Under the name of Johnny Mandala
Who could toss his own salada.
But the dressing was Peter French
Who decided to throw in the wrench
The band with a revolving door
Reaching the record stores
Appearing on TV playing
Stand By Me
Their sales slipped by an inch
Until they added Peter
Can’t find a reason
Don’t know what they are
Head in the sky
You’re sleeping too long
I can’t take no more
Decline and fall
Hold it through the night
The Revolving Door
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6. |
The Harvester of Organs
04:40
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The Harvester Of Organs
Hard to be in control
When the world's bound to fall
But you can't catch it all
And hold it
While the friends you can call
Have their backs to the wall
You still can't find your stall
You sold it
But with the darkness at the door
You'll strike a chord with it once more
Vince The Ripper
Reaping what you sow
The harvester of organs
Finder keeper
A gatherer of woe
Stick to your guns
You try to abscond
And you fly 'cross the Pond
But you know it is wrong
What goes on there
All you got is a song
And it would be long
Before you cotton on
It's a con there
But when death comes from behind
You've got to pacify your mind
Vince The Ripper
Reaping what you sow
The harvester of organs
Finder keeper
A gatherer of woe
Stick to your guns
But when madness comes to knock
It sees you standing on a rock
Vince The Ripper
Reaping what you sow
The harvester of organs
Finder keeper
A gatherer of woe
Stick to your guns
If you want to blend in
Let your ivories sin
And you're in for a spin
For a minute
But if you're for the win
Grind your grief into grin
Rising over the din
Now you're in it
But when madness comes to knock
It sees you standing on a rock
Vince The Ripper
Reaping what you sow
The harvester of organs
Finder keeper
A gatherer of woe
Stick to your guns
Vince The Ripper
Reaping what you sow
The harvester of organs
Finder keeper
A gatherer of woe
Stick to your guns
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7. |
Haunted Chords
04:49
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Haunting Chords
Who will catch me if I fall?
Who will see me as I crawl?
Who will watch me as I stumble?
Who will save world my as it crumbles
Who will answer the door?
I may never know anymore?
Can’t you see I’m underground?
Loves at night making sounds.
Then there was silence of the past
And a distant sound
Just what ever happened to the band?
Forever stuck in quicksand
Haunting chords that make us play
Striking notes that lead us astray
I don’t know what went wrong
As the game took so long
A sensor hidden in my mind
Until this you’ll never find
Just be careful where you look
You’ve already taken more than you took
Somebody else is to blame
If you’re willing to play their game
Then there was silence of the past
And a distant sound
Just what ever happened to the band?
Forever stuck in quicksand
Haunting chords that make us play
Striking notes that lead us astray
Who will catch me if I fall?
Who will see me as I crawl?
Who will watch me as I stumble?
Who will save world my as it crumbles
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8. |
Locked in a Graveyard
04:54
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Locked In A Graveyard
Lyrics by Dmitry M. Epstein
"I'll take you where the glory lies,"
The old man slyly said.
"My friend, he played the black and white,
But he has long been dead."
The old man drove his big sedan
Through sleepy summer town,
And when he dropped me off, that man,
Nobody was around.
A bumpy ride through narrow streets...
And I was so afraid
We'd hit a building or a tree
And end up pretty frayed.
It was getting rather late,
When the old man set me free:
Behind a darkened iron gate,
I saw a cemetery.
Locked in a graveyard
At sunset,
In the cold grip of your fears:
Will anyone save ya
From this net?
You've been sleeping there for years.
The sun set down, the hours froze,
The gate would soon be closed.
I knew I could be locked inside
Until tomorrow night.
I strolled alone
And death walked close behind,
I found no stone.
I saw no sign.
Not Heaven's sigh nor Hell's reply
Could point me to your grave;
I roamed with reason but no rhyme
To you, the rhythm slave.
You played the tune, you played it all,
But did you play the role?
You broke through to decline and fall
For your tormented soul.
Locked in a graveyard
At sunset,
In the cold grip of my fears:
Will anyone save ya
From this net?
You've been sleeping there for years.
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