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The Old Kings Fool. The Fall Of A Sparrow. Judicio pilium, genio Socratem, arte Maronem: Terra tegit, populus moeret, Olimpus habet.
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The Waits
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The Old Kings Fool. The Fall Of A Sparrow. A turn in the road, a break in the code. 33 degrees and I’m on my knees. Taking a test,caught in the bet. If there’s life after death. It hasn’t been invented yet. But I’ll look at what I can get. There must be something. What do you get? Angel flight took me by surprise. Who am I if I can’t fly like them? I’m half smiling that I’ll never be born again. Am I animal bait? Or just a mistake? To sit and play with the rain on my face. What am I saying?
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The Old Kings Fool. The Fall Of A Sparrow. The Old Kings Fool. Memories all around, keep them from disappearing,. Pretending to yourself you’ve seen the last of them. Then up it comes again. This time all we can do is try. To hurt each other less. The king, he held the fool, like I was holding you. Sleeping in his arms and weeping till the dawn. Well we’re all alike in scars. But will we have to sail alone. If we hurt each other less? A storm is followed by the summer sun. The circle never ends.
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The Old Kings Fool. The Fall Of A Sparrow. I want you not to need it. But where are all the signs? You keep me hanging on a word. You tease me under water, when we’re both under orders. We love each other out of thirst. And you’re really hurting now. Cause you said you wouldn’t do this anymore. And you just remember me. From another century, but I’m not there. I say a prayer for yesterday with such sweet sorrow. Remembering a face with such sweet sorrow. Imagining it today with such sweet sorrow now.
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Vocals, guitars, piano. In 16th century Elizabethan England, the Waits were official musicians in the large English towns equivalent to a town band. They provided concerts for everyone, financed by the town. This was a time when personal recorded music had yet to become a part of ordinary life and as such had no value. Today, we find ourselves moving back towards a primal longing for music, and once again, the value of recorded music has been lost to the occasion, the live event, the ritual of music.
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The Waits
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The Old Kings Fool. The Fall Of A Sparrow. Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul. Plato [428 BC-348 BC]. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. Judicio pilium, genio Socratem, arte Maronem: Terra tegit, populus moeret, Olimpus habet.
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The Waits
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The Old Kings Fool. The Fall Of A Sparrow. She caught me when I’m most vulnerable. In the English winter: she’s the poison I picked. And just because I knew what she was like. Didn’t mean I wasn’t willing to be her addict. Oh no, It’s the Star that came to cross us. Oh no, It’s the Star that came to cross us. I’ve been hungry since but she’ll never know. Even though I’m the king of open books. And I’m sure she’s the puppeteer of all these tricks. But it doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m happy I’m hooked.
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The Waits
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Sunday 26th September 2008. The Waits have finished mixing their debut album with producer Chris Sheldon. Judicio pilium, genio Socratem, arte Maronem: Terra tegit, populus moeret, Olimpus habet.
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The Waits
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Music and rhythm find their wayinto the secret places of the soul. Plato [428 BC-348 BC]. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. Judicio pilium, genio Socratem, arte Maronem: Terra tegit, populus moeret, Olimpus habet.
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The Waits
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The Old Kings Fool. The Fall Of A Sparrow. True confession comes from concealing it. Like a good disguise that opens eyes. To what the truth has always hid. Sweet, sweet Hero. I knew it couldn’t be you. You paid the penalty and died. Resurrected from a lie that grew in to the truth. You want to look in my head? Well I’m not quite ready yet. You want to look in my heart? Well give it a reason to start. I want to look in your head. To see if you think what you said. You never show me your heart.