No Quarter

Yallah


     
    And your city will fall
    And your corn won't grow
    Thru the silence from the temple
    Heat the truth explode
    
    It is written in the dust
    So it is whispered in the wind
    >From the wisdom of the fathers
    Where the word begins
    
    In the kingdom of gold
    And the stolen chance
    You can join the celebration
    See the children dance
    
    And the bells will ring
    And the crowd will roar
    And the sand in the glass
    Will pour no more
    
    The rivers will freeze
    And the hosts descend
    Thru the fires and the storms
    To the bitter end
    
    And the treasures and the gifts
    And the words and truths
    Will be cast to the heavens
    With Oomrah fruit
    
    And your corn won't grow
    Thru the silence from the temple
    Heat the truth explode
    
    It is written in the dust
    So it is whispered in the wind
    >From the wisdom of the fathers
    Where the word begins
    
    In the kingdom of gold
    And the stolen chance
    You can join the celebration
    See the children dance
    
    And the bells will ring
    And the crowd will roar
    And the sand in the glass
    Will pour no more
    
    The rivers will freeze
    And the hosts descend
    Thru the fires and the storms
    To the bitter end
    
    And the treasures and the gifts
    And the words and truths
    Will be cast to the heavens
    With Oomrah fruit
    

City Don't Cry



   Oh! City don't cry
    Oh! City don't cry
    Is all your virgin truth turned to lies
    Are all your dreams of freedom monolith
    Is all your peace and justice so much, myth
    Oh city don't cry
    
    Oh! City don't weep
    Oh! City don't weep
    For even brother Satan has to sleep
    And all your tragic idols rest in peace
    And beautiful believers, their quiet counsel keep
    Oh! City don't weep
    
    Na-Na-Na-Na- 
    
    Oh! City don't moan
    Oh! City don't moan
    Inside your gates I make my wanderers home
    And from your desert arms my fears have flown
    Against your walls my demons turn to stone
    Oh! City don't moan
    
    Na-Na-Na-Na-
    

Wonderful One




    New song recorded in London, 1994
    
    Throw it down Cleveland rain
    The Queen of Love has flown again
    To seek her daughter
    
    Who must lie beside the thief
    Whose golden tongue she will believe
    Defies the order
    
    That is why that is love
    Oh, that is why
    
    Shall we dance and never stop
    Take my hand and stop the clock
    >From turning over
    
    Spirit weave and spirit bend
    In the move that has no end
    That we must follow
    
    Oh, that is why
    
    Show me your eyes
    Oh light of the sun
    Touch me with fire
    My mind is undone
    
    All life inspire
    My freedom has come
    I drift through desire
    My wonderful one
    
    When you do what you do
    I can never, never, never
    Let you go
    
    When you feel the way you feel
    You can never, never, never
    Let it show
    
    Throw it down Cleveland Rain
    The Queen of Love has flown again
    To seek her daughter
    Who lies beneath the seas