songs from TEN, 1-11 in order

mpgervacempgervace Posts: 62
Here. Something simple, yet effective, in order of songs on the cd...

Now try this with the lyrics...in any order and you can have a tremendous story.

From the Ten cd:

"Once" I was driven to ride
the wave which rose above
the "evenflow" of life
making me feel "alive"

I asked myself "why go"
my mind went "black"
as I asked "jeremy"
we went to the "Oceans"
of life

while sitting on my "porch"
starring at the "garden" of life
the meaning became "deep"
and finally I can "Release" myself
end

huh!
Listened since day one when "Ten" was released in 1991...and haven't stopped....
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Comments

  • chris01chris01 Posts: 559
    Once, twice, three times i felt it
    The troubles through my soul seem even
    Flow just to keep me alive
    Id ask myself why

    Go, run away from the black
    Jeremy the being, the one who chased you there

    I cant see much life in these oceans
    Porch see's a view so beautiful
    Cause this garden seems the place to watch life grow

    Deep inside i know my soul's still there
    In reality it's time for release, just never seems fair
  • Once the child of opportunity
    Constant, even flow
    of transient memory...
    Acid on the soul
    Burning to feel alive
    When cast into a world where forbidden to fly
    Why go back?
    My pulse is racing but I'm falling behind
    Into Jeremy's world
    Drowning in black oceans
    As they sit on the porch.
    Water their gardens
    We've sunk too deep to swim ashore
    Awaiting now the soul's release
    Perhaps for once we'll be at peace
    I'll cut you in.
  • kenny olavkenny olav Posts: 3,319
    European version:

    We had heard the story once before
    but we wanted to listen again and again
    The even flow of wine made the night come alive
    Why go into the cold black air after all?
    So we swam in oceans of personality
    We made our own porch to entertain from
    A communal garden of imagination bloomed
    We had no idea how deep the well would be
    But to the release of impulse we were master/slave
    There was no fertile soil to keep our ideas alive
    And by morning every grand proposal we had would wash away
    The only person who still wanted in was Dirty Frank
    And that mother-shut-your-mouth had a recipe for anus ankle soup
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