Sisters of Avalon
Album - 1996 - Debaser id 48949

Felt someone calling me into the howling of the wind.
I heard the reflection of a sound echoing through my skin ...
And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ...
Through my wild heart ...
Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon...
Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon...

She is awakening in dark swells and mystery.
Unbridled night mares powerful and running free.
You could still hear her cries reverberating through the trees...
For the trampled flowers, the daughters of Eve, the Sisters of Avalon...
Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon...

They brought her in in a new white dress...
But the stain left an ache on her mother's breast...
Now all that's left are the ghostly steps from a distant corridor...

And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ...
Through my wild heart ...
Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon...
Sisters Of Avalon...
Come on sisters... Come on sister...

Every day the clock kicks off the beat.
Little joe struggles just to get up on his feet.
Waits in his platforms for the right train to come.
Sipping his coffee another day has begun ...

Little joe got work for minimum wage.
Tries to get through another dead beat day.
At five o'clock he comes home to change,
Takes him many hours just to rearrange...

And he works his body just to be somebody.
There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream.
And he works his body...
And he feels somebody...
And the working boy becomes a dancing queen.



Every night the dj kicks off the beat.
Little cleo's jumping just to get up on her feet.
Waits in her platforms for the right song to come.
Sipping her cocktail another night has begun.

And he works his body just to be somebody.
There's a woman in the mirror looking like a dream.
And he works his body...
And he feels somebody...
And the working boy becomes a dancing queen.

Every morning the clock kicks off the beat.
Little joe struggles just to get up on his feet.
Waits in his platforms for the right train to come...

You don't know where you belong
You should be more careful
As you follow blindly along ...
You just need to belong somehow.

Relying on rhetoric ...
Not well versed on topics ...
Any idea what you're talking about ?
Revisions of history
Fair well in some company
But don't shove that bullshit down my throat

You don't know where you belong ...
You should be more careful
As you follow blindly along ...
To find something to swear to ...
Till you don't know what's right from wrong
You just need to belong somehow.

Left suppresses right
Right suppresses left
So what's the left, and what's right ?
You're told what to wear,
You're told what to like
I'd be nice if you'd think for yourself sometime,
But you don't.

Now you don't know where you belong ...
You should be more careful
As you follow blindly along ...

Mix sheer hypocrisy with mediocrity
You'll play it safe every time -
So life turns up empty
And you're so dissatisfied
Who are you blaming this time ?
Don't you know ?


Você não sabe a que lugar pertence
Você deve ser mais cuidadoso
Do jeito cego que você segue o seu caminho
Você precisa pertencer de alguma maneira

Baseando-se na retórica...
Sem tópicos bem versados...
Alguma idéia do que você está falando?
Revisões de história
Despedidas com uma companhia
Mas eu não enfio essa besteira para baixo da minha garganta

Você não sabe a que lugar pertence,
Você deve ser mais cuidadoso
Do jeito cego que você segue o seu caminho,
Para encontrar algo que possa jurar
Até você não sabe qual a diferença do certo e errado
Você precisa pertencer de alguma maneira

A esquerda oprime a direita
A direita oprime a esquerda
Então, o que é a esquerda, e o que é certo?
Disseram-lhe o que vestir
Disseram-lhe o que gostar
Seria legal se você pensase em você mesmo alguma vez,
Mas você não pensa

Você não sabe a que lugar pertence
Você deve ser mais cuidadoso
Do jeito cego que você segue o seu caminho
Para encontrar algo que possa jurar
Até você não sabe qual a diferença do certo e errado
Você precisa pertencer de alguma maneira
Você precisa pertencer de alguma maneira

Misture a mediocridade com a pura hipocrisia
Você vai sempre brincar com isso seguramente --
Então a vida fica cheia
E você, tão insatisfeito
Quem você está culpando dessa vez?
Não sabe?

Você não sabe a que lugar pertence,
Você deve ser mais cuidadoso
Do jeito cego que você segue o seu caminho,
Para encontrar algo que possa jurar
Até você não sabe qual a diferença do certo e errado
Você precisa pertencer de alguma maneira
Você precisa pertencer de alguma maneira

Heaven, You say it could be heaven ... But I don't really know ... Lovers come and go ... When hot gets a little cold. Infatuation is just the great anticipation Of starring in that picture show Let's wait until the credits roll ... When hot gets a little cold. I could get carried away but not anymore ... What was it I heard you say you love me 'cause I'm strong I hope that you're not wrong. Heaven, you say it could be heaven, Well I don't really know ... I'll try not to let it show When hot gets a little cold ... When hot gets a little cold ... When hot gets a little cold ...

Over land and over sea
She reaches out to me
Weaving and threading the loom
From womb to womb

Slaves and merchants
Pilgrims and thieves
Felt her hand and charted skys
By following her moon

Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...

Some came and built with stone and bone
Some planted fields on promised land
And harvested their dreams,
Then disappeared
As generations lose their memory
I'll try and remind my heart ...
And hope that it will set me free

Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...

Condeming my true nature
I stood outside of myself ... outside of myself
Conditioning is what made me
Lose sight of myself ... lose sight of myself ...
Lose sight

Ravens cry out,
Tides pull in,
Somehow she replenishes ...
Giving birth again

Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...

Sometimes I'm afraid when you go
Sometimes I'm afraid when you come home
Underneath it all
I think I'm afraid when there's nothing wrong

But if I was fearless
Could I be your wreckless friend
And if I was helpless
Would you be the one comes rushing in

There's something that I never told
When I find myself slipping off
Of my pedestal
I'm a fierce believer afraid to fall

But if I was fearless...
Could I be your wreckless friend
And if I was helpless...
Would you be the one comes rushing in

Sometimes I'm afraid of the dark
I can't find the light in my heart
I can see my hand
Pushing away from you hard as I can

But if I was fearless...
Could I be your reckless friend
And if I was helpless...
Could you be the one comes rushing in

Sometimes I'm afraid when you go

I met a woman at the laundry mat She left her sock in my dryer I met a woman in a yellow cap It said brimstone and fire I said is this luck ? With just a glance She smiled, and I thought, is this a sign ? From above or below ? ... Oh no ... Brimstone ... Brimstone and fire ... The next week at the cinema She pur her hand on my shoulder She almost kissed me walking home And I didn't even scold her Then I said where is this leading with just a heavy sigh I quickened my pace and she was following as if her heart would never tire Brimstone and fire, brimstone and fire ... Now we have dinner every Saturday I make spaghetti, she brings cake I make spaghetti with tomato sauce, Because that's all I can make And when she lights the candles I think, here we go ... But it's so pleasant after all And I say very low Don't forget to light the fire Brimstone and fire ... Brimstone and fire ... Brimstone and fire ...

Listen to the children sing
Watch them dancing all 'round the Christmas tree ...
Waiting for the opening
Early Christmas morning ...

All around the world is sleeping
Little children there's no peeping
Wait and see what Santa's bringing
Early Christmas morning ...

Icicles and breakfast cakes ...
Friends and family we will celebrate
Sounds that joy and laughter make
Early Christmas morning ...

All around and far off places
Angels waken smiling faces
Wrapping us with love and graces
Early Christmas morning ...
Early Christmas morning ...