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Begin the day with a friendly voice A companion, unobtrusive Plays that song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the spirits ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennas bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question of your honesty Yeah, your honesty One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity, yeah Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennas bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free For the words of the profits Were written on the studio wall Concert hall Echoes with the sounds of salesmen Of salesman, of salesmen, oh Hello, how are you doing down, Rio? Thank you so much, good night Thank you so much Right now it's time to let the dogs out

Who am I to be living and learning? Who am I to be living and learning? Oh, oh, oh, under your love in the spirit of Oh, oh, oh, under your love in the spirit of Who am I to be? I'd rather have fallen Who am I to be? I'd rather have fallen Into my way out My way out My way out My way out Who am I to be living and learning? Who am I to be living and learning? Oh, oh, oh, under your love in the spirit of Oh, oh, oh, under your love in the spirit of Who am I to be? I'd rather have fallen Who am I to be? I'd rather have fallen Into my way out My way out My way out My way out My way out My way out My way out My way out Under your love, under your love Under your love in the spirit of Under your love, under your love Under your love in the spirit of Under your love, under your love Under your love in the spirit of Under your love, under your love Under your love in the spirit of Of my way out Of my way out My way out My way out

Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where do we go when we die? What lies beyond And what lay before? Is anything certain in life? They say "Life is too short" "The here and the now" And "You're only given one shot" But could there be more Have I lived before Or could this be all that we've got? If I die tomorrow I'd be alright Because I believe That after we're gone The spirit carries on I used to be frightened of dying I used to think death was the end But that was before I'm not scared anymore I know that my soul will transcend I may never find all the answers I may never understand why I may never prove What I know to be true But I know that I still have to try If I die tomorrow I'd be alright Because I believe That after we're gone The spirit carries on "Move on, be brave Don't weep at my grave Because I'm no longer here But please never let Your memories of me disappear" Safe in the light that surrounds me Free of the fear and the pain My questioning mind Has help me to find The meaning in my life again Victoria's real I finally feel At peace with the girl in my dreams And now that I'm here It's perfectly clear I found out what all of this means If I die tomorrow I'd be alright Because I believe That after we�re gone The spirit carries in

The weeping sky caressed my cheek As water churned between my feet Spoke indiscrete, I heard it say At last nocturne, the end of days Watching closely from the trees I see something lovely Softly, touching, gentle breeze You'll be dancing with the leaves Of tainted hearts from love below They know the art of letting go Fade back to see you've come undone Come back to me when you are one Watching closely from the trees I see something lovely Softly, touching, gentle breeze You'll be dancing with the leaves

See the lights out on the water Come and go, to and fro In the time it takes to find them You can live, you can die And nothing stops the river as it goes by Nothing stops the river as it goes All alone and all together Every day, come what may By the time we find each other We can live, we can die And nothing stops the river as it flows by Nothing stops the river as it goes

The rivers are dry across the land and the farmers fields have turned to sand 'Cause the rain hasn't come for two years going on three The topsoil's gone with the hot north wind, the crops won't grow and rust set in And the cruel south wind of winter brought no relief And the old men in the public bar talk of floods and droughts before And as the night goes on the conversations die But the battlers don't give up, it's written on their hands And in their eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes, and the spirit of the land survives And on Saturday night in the Royal Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar He sings country and western favourites and requests It used to be his second job, a bit of a laugh for a couple of bob Now it's all he's got 'cause his crops all died from thirst Then he spent his savings on cattle and sheep, he got some credit, got in too deep But stock won't graze on pastures turned to salt And then he tried to get work as a travelling man selling Rawleighs products from the back of his van But the cockies all shop in town where things are cheap And the old men in the public bar talk of floods and droughts before And as the night goes on the conversations die But the battlers don't give up, it's written on their hands And in their eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes, and the spirit of the land survives The school's all rundown, the roofs rusted and the paint's peelin' The playground's just a dustbowl, not a spot of green The kids still kick their footballs sending dust clouds to the sun And it's good to know the drought can't spoil the fun And in the cricketers lounge late at night where the cockies talk and the shearers fight And their wives drink shandies 'cause they'll be dri

He never speaks But he understands Thinks higher than a man He's living in The northern lights In winter everlasting He travels around Big drum in his hand And he knows What you have in your mind There's always wolf within That leads him down And back home Spirit, spirit of the forest Hiding in those northern lights Spirit, spirit of the forest Hiding in those northern lights He has long waited For the right moment Storm of colors Rages in the sky Beware, never whistle To the norhtern lights Or it curses you To the woods of evernight There's only one Who can really sets you free And it's spirit of the forrest's Old white wolf But it hard to track You'll never found footsteps It will find you If you are really blessed

Ma-hey Ma-hey Ma-hey Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey He am my hero He am my love High on a hillside Heaven above Drifting through high and low We fly away Me and my hero Me and my love The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey He am my warrior He am my brave He gonna fight the war Freedom to save He gonna fight for love Far away Me and my warrior Me and my brave The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Ma-heya-mama Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Ma-heya-mama The spirit of the hawk (ma-hey) My people Some of them have run away to the hills And have no shelter Ma-hey No food, no one knows where they are Hear me my chiefs, I am tired Ma-hey My heart is sick and sad I will fight no more Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Homa-hey The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Ma-heya-mama The spirit of the hawk Hey-ama-heya-mama Heya-mama Ya-heya-maya Ma-heya-mama The spirit of the hawk Fight no more Fight no more Hear me crying out Fight no more

An isle so fair, a isle so green, known by many names. Feel the pulse, the pulse of the land, Blood boils within your veins. Someone go down to the Holy Well and raise the Spirits there! Lay a feather on a stone, with a flame, and a lock of hair. Chorus: The Crane, the wolf, the bear and the boar, No longer dwell upon these shores, You say that the Goddess and God have gone, Well I tell you they live on! For in the cities and hills, And in circles of stone, The voices of the Old Ways, The Spirit of Albion is calling you home! From Manwydden's crashing sea, To the moor and the Highland Glen. From the Faerie Hills, home of the Sidhe, To the veins of the Broad and the Fen. Someone go down to the Holy Trees Of Oak and Ash and Thorn! Utter a charm in the verse of three, Till the Summer King is born! Ride the white horses carved into the hills, Walk to the Hanging Stones. Bow to the might of Cerne Abbass' height, Feel the peace in the Ancestors' homes. Someone go down to Wilmington Where the Giant guards the way! Step into the Otherworld, into the womb, Where centuries pass like a day!

Roles we've got In this blue planet Tasks we've assigned Succeeded and failed Gods that believed Unholy and flawed Lies we've told Cold-blooded and bold Nightmares of the night Rules the day in sunlight The spirit of time In the dirt and the grime Nightmares of the night Rules the day in sunlight The spirit of time In the dirt and the grime Games we've played Innocent and pure Friends we've had All the good and bad Tears that dropped Left behind on the road Dreams we've had Incomplete and cold Nightmares of the night Rules the day in sunlight The spirit of time In the dirt and the grime Nightmares of the night Rules the day in sunlight The spirit of time In the dirt and the grime Nightmares of the night Rules the day in sunlight The spirit of time In the dirt and the grime Nightmares of the night Rules the day in sunlight The spirit of time In the dirt and the grime Nightmares of the night Rules the day in sunlight The spirit of time In the dirt and the grime

Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America The Bonneville salt flats had seen some strange things But the strangest thing yet was a jet without wings Once as a jet it played in the stars But now on the ground it's the king of our cars Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Half airplane half auto now famous worldwide The Spirit of America, the name on the side The man who would drive her Craig Breedlove by name A daring young man played a dangerous game Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America With a J-47, a jet for his power Craig Breedlove had averaged four-o-seven per hour Both man and machine had given fair warn They'd set a new record on that warm August morn. Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America Spirit of America

Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Heard a lot of talk about the ocean, yeah Heard a lot of talk about the sea, now Heard a lot of talk about a lot of things Never meant that much to me Heard a lot of talk about my spirit Heard a lot of talk about my soul But I decided that anxiety and pain Were better friends, so I let it go Did you let it go now? Did you let it go, our love? Did you let it go, my friend? Let's get it back Let's get it back, together, yeah Heard a lot of talk about this Jesus A man of love and a man of strength But what a man was two thousand years ago Means nothing at all to me today He could have been Telling me about my higher self But he only lives inside my prayer So what he was may have been beautiful But the pain is right now and right here Let it go, love Come on, let it go, our love Let it go, my friend Let's get it back Let's get it back together Let it go, love Let it go, our love Let it go, my friend Let's get it back Let's get it back together Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? Did you give it up? [Incomprehensible] Let it go [Incomprehensible] Let it go, love Let it go, my friend And let's get it back Let's get it back together Let it go, love Let it go, yeah, now Let it go, my friend Let's get it back Let's get it back together, oh yeah

EKWA MWATO "Tululu Ekwa Mwato Lo windèlè nèni Tululu a Bailato Son lôngisè muséba A bona Tétè Lo méya njé Lôndô bwaba Di ma tungè Miopi mèsè Mi mondéa munja Lo mèndè jènè Bunya bô To nika lé nô tuwé Di titi njaï Di si mèndè wô (du) mbalè Lo wasi tè biya Njé y'étia njiba Mbusa bôlô wèkè ndé bi (lambo) Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Malobè a sambwa Loum A si wèdi Ngomniga Tu lulu wèngè (hum) A mola lo wiyè na ngiña Na di langwé babô mbalè Olo ohhh wèngè (hum) Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Tululu Ekwa mwato Mô lo windèlè nèni Tululu uh mba ndé Na sibi é, naï ma kwala Miopi mèsè Mi mondéa munja Lo mèndè jènè Bunya bô Bébwéa ba minbu bénèï ba ndutu Di si mèndè wô, mbalè India na Kina ba tôbi y'ékwadi Cuba n'Africa wèngè ba wô mbémbé Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Malobè a sambwa Loum A si wèdi Ngomniga Tululu wèngè (hum) A mola lo wiyè na ngiña Na di langwé babô mbalè Olo ohhh wèngè (hum) Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du (Tô é bè ndè Mpiti Tô é bè ndè Ndonga Tô o Jébalè ndè Tô o Dschang Tô o Bavumvum) Mboa ngô nyé ndé mboa (wonja?) Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Mola oï bwa mba, Na mala mboa Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du Mboa ngô nyé ndé mboa (wonja?) Mba na mala tè mboa Mbalè loï bwa mba du"

Tuksu has a trapline, and she makes all her own clothes From the furlined parka on her back to the mukluks on her toes Susie has a business she built up on her own And Clair says the north's the only place to raise her son alone Annie is an architect and she's build her own house With the windows at odd angles and they look out on the south Mary has a houseboat she lives out on the bay And she drives her dog team into town, across the icy way Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun They don't ask for any help or rely on anyone The don't talk about the issues, they go out and get it done Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun TC's on the radio it'll be tv some day or Maybe up in government like Nellie Cornoyer Linda's made a cozy home, in the dark and cold and wind And the're just as strong and brave as those northern men Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun They don't ask for any help or rely on anyone The don't talk about the issues, they go out and get it done Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun The don't talk about the issues, they go out and get it done Daughters of the dawn in the land of the midnight sun