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No Perfect World

There ain't no perfect world
Trying to find something that don't exist
Maybe I'm that kind of guy
Keeps stumbling 'round on shoes that just don't fit
 
Finding out the hard way
And now I can say
Believing in a better day
Is making me pay
 
Chorus:
My mind's got no secrets for me anymore
I'm finding out reasons, I feel more secure
There ain't no perfect world
 
There ain't no perfect place
You're trying to make the best of what you've got
If you're to quick to turn the page
What you read before you already forgot
 
Finding out the hard way
And now I can say
Believing in a better day
Is making me pay
 
Chorus:
My minds got no secrets for me anymore
I'm finding out reasons, I feel more secure
I'm breathing, I'm seeing the scene and I know
 
There ain't no perfect world
There ain't no perfect way
I'd rather be a slave
to my own illusions
and try to find a world of my own choosing
 
Finding out the hard way
And now I can say
Believing in a better day
Is making me pay
 
My minds got no secrets for me anymore
I'm finding out reasons, I feel
 
My minds got no secrets for me
And I know there ain't no perfect world
 

The Litany of Satan

O thou, of Angels fairest and most wise,
God by Fate’s treachery shorn of liturgies!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
O Prince of Exile, Sufferer of wrong,
Whose vengeance, conquered, rises triply strong!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Who knowest all, of under earth the king,
Familiar healer of man’s suffering!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman,
Begottest Hope—a charming madwoman!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Who knowest in which caves of envious lands
God has hid precious stones with jealous hands!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Whose broad hand hides the giddy precipice
From sleepers straying about some edifice!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Whose skill makes supple the old bones, at needs,
Of the belated sot, ’mid surging steeds!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Who taught frail man, to make his suffering lighter,
Consoling, to mix sulphur with salt nitre!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
O subtle complice, who as blatant Beast
Brandest vile Crœsus, him that pities least!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Who in girls’ eyes and hearts implantest deep
Lust for the wound, the twain that wound bids weep!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Staff of the exiled, the inventor’s spark,
Confessor of hanged men and plotters dark!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Adopted sire of whom black wrath and power
Of God the Father chased from Eden Bower!
O Satan, have pity of my long misery!
 
Gloire Et Louange
 
Glory and praise to thee, O Satan, in the height
Of Heaven, where thou didst rule, and in the night
Of Hell, where conquered dost dream silently!
Grant that one day my soul ’neath Knowledge-Tree
Rest near thine own soul, when from thy forehead
Like a new temple all its branches spread.
 

cold heritage

Don't tell me why
I'm so near to commit a crime
When I stay alone here in front of
you
(I'm here)
Illusion falls when you're not
honest about the way I feel
I know I need only your voice
Saving all my words only for you
Forgive me
Saving all my words only for you
I don't know why
There's a limit to defy
With the vision of the future at
my feet
(I'm here)
The night embrace me while
This picture simply blows me
away
I feel I'll need only your voice
And I'm lonely here inside of me
Deep inside of me
Believe in the light in me
And I'm lonely here inside of me
Deep inside of me
Reveal the light in me
Saving all my words only for you
Forgive me
And I'm lonely here inside of me
Deep inside of me
Believe in the light in me
And I'm lonely here inside of me
Deep inside of me
I've never
Never felt myself this way before
I don't want to leave you with my
fears
If you'll disappear
Believe in the light in me
Saving all my words only for you
Forgive me
Falling on knees only for you
Forgive me

It Ain't Necessarily So

It ain't necessarily so.
It ain't necessarily so.
The things that you're liable
to read in the Bible,
it ain't necessarily so.
 
David was small but, oh my.
David was small but, oh my.
He shot Goliath
who lay down and dieth.
Little David was small but, oh my.
 
Jonah, he lived in a whale.
Oh Jonah, he lived in a whale.
But he made his home in that fish's abdomen,
oh, Jonah lived in a whale.
 
Little Moses was found in a stream.
Little Moses was found in a stream.
He floated on water till old Pharaoh's daughter
she fished him, she says, from that stream.
 
It ain't necessarily so.
It ain't necessarily so.
They tell all your children
the devil he's a villain,
but t'ain't necessarily so.
 
To get into heaven don't snap for a seven
live clean, don't have no fault.
Oh, I take that gospel, whenever it's possible,
but with a grain of salt.
 
Methuselah lived nine hundred years.
Methuselah lived nine hundred years.
But who called that livin' when no gal will give in
to no man, what's nine hundred years?
 
Now I'm preachin' this sermon to show
it ain't necessarily, ain't necessarily,
ain't necessarily so.