Soon may the Wellerman come · popular

There once was a ship that put to sea
the name of the ship was the Billy of Tea
the winds blew up, her bow dipped down
oh blow, my bully boys, blow

Soon may the Wellerman come
to bring us sugar and tea and rum
one day, when the tonguing is done
we'll take our leave and go

She'd not been two weeks from shore
when down on her a right whale bore
the captain called all hands and swore
he'd take that whale in tow

Soon may the Wellerman come
to bring us sugar and tea and rum
one day, when the tonguing is done
we'll take our leave and go

Da da da da da da...

Before the boat had hit the water
the whale's tail came up and caught her
all hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
when she dived down low

Soon may the Wellerman come
to bring us sugar and tea and rum
one day, when the tonguing is done
we'll take our leave and go

No line was cut, no whale was freed
the captain's mind was not of greed
and he belonged to the Whaleman's creed
she took that ship in tow

Soon may the Wellerman come
to bring us sugar and tea and rum
one day, when the tonguing is done
we'll take our leave and go

Da da da da da da...

For forty days or even more
the line went slack then tight once more
all boats were lost, there were only four
but still that whale did go

Soon may the Wellerman come
to bring us sugar and tea and rum
one day, when the tonguing is done
we'll take our leave and go

As far as I've heard, the fight's still on
the line's not cut, and the whale's not gone
the Wellerman makes his regular call
to encourage the captain, crew and all

Soon may the Wellerman come...
Lluny · Ferran Palau

Llàgrima sobre el coixí, finestra i cadira
què em queda per descobrir? I gira i gira
dono voltes sobre mi i noto que arriba
la boira de cada matí

Encara puc anar més lluny
però vull que m’ho demanis tu
encara puc anar més lluny

Encara puc anar més lluny
però vull que m’ho demanis tu
encara puc anar més lluny

No recordo quan va ser, t’enyoro i ferida
plores perquè no t’entenc; i gira i gira
sé que sóc un inconscient i encara m’estimes
no sé què passarà després

Encara puc anar més lluny
però vull que m’ho demanis tu
encara puc anar més lluny

Encara puc anar més lluny
però vull que m’ho demanis tu
encara puc anar més lluny
Time stand still · Rush


I turn my back to the wind
to catch my breath
before I start off again
driven on without a moment to spend
to pass an evening with a drink and a friend

I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause
no matter what I pretend
like some pilgrim, who learns to transcend
learns to live as if each step was the end

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
but I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
see more of the people
and the places that surround me now
Time stand still

Freeze this moment a little bit longer
make each sensation a little bit stronger
experience slips away
experience slips away
Time stand still

I turn my face to the sun
close my eyes
let my defenses down
all those wounds that I can't get unwound

I let my past go too fast
no time to pause
if I could slow it all down
like some captain, whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around

(Time stand still)
I'm not looking back
but I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
see more of the people and the places that surround me now

Freeze this moment a little bit longer
make each sensation a little bit stronger
make each impression a little bit stronger
freeze this motion a little bit longer
the innocence slips away
the innocence slips away
Time stand still
Time stand still

I'm not looking back
but I want to look around me now
see more of the people and the places that surround me now
Time stand still

Summer's going fast, nights growing colder
children growing up, old friends growing older
freeze this moment a little bit longer
make each sensation a little bit stronger
experience slips away
experience slips away
the innocence slips away
El museu dels arbres morts · Sangtraït

Quan la nit s'escampa
sobre un fons vermell
l'univers del arbres
perd un altre cel

És el món que et deixaré

L'horitzó s'emplena
amb relleus de foc
dibuixant les llances
d'un exèrcit roig

És la força dels inferns

Morta la vida
ja ningú em mira
quan crido fort
només silenci
entre les branques
dels arbres morts

Sento els brams salvatges
dels esperits del bosc
van deixant imatges
de cendres i d'horror

Al museu del arbres morts

Han ballat, els arbres
la dansa de la mort
sota un cel de flames
i música de fons

És la orquestra del metall

Morta la vida
ja ningú em mira
quan crido fort
Només silenci
entre les branques
dels arbres morts

Morta la vida...

El record se'm clava
com un tronc roent
en el fons de l'ànima
veient l'últim ocell

Mentre vola pel desert

Ple de plors, sense aigua
buscant un racó
on la llum m'hi ofegui
la vista de colors

Al museu dels arbres morts

Morta la vida...
Morta la vida...
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