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		<title>TAMTAMTAM² Rewind</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Special Rider – First Song

It was you who brought this trouble
with the way your right hand lead;
you  could have had a quiet life
but for the burning in your head.
I saw  you on the mountain,
I saw you coming down -
rolling like an  avalanche
onto a helpless town.
I stood there like an idiot
with a  [...]]]></description>
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<p><strong>Special Rider – First Song</strong><br />
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It was you who brought this trouble<br />
with the way your right hand lead;<br />
you  could have had a quiet life<br />
but for the burning in your head.</p>
<p><span>I saw  you on the mountain,<br />
I saw you coming down -<br />
rolling like an  avalanche<br />
onto a helpless town.</span></p>
<p><span>I stood there like an idiot<br />
with a  steel bit in my mouth,<br />
the sky blackened by every bird<br />
moving  south.</span></p>
<p><span>Down on the waterfront<br />
there is a ship of  fools<br />
delivering a shapeless mass<br />
and a bag of tools.</span></p>
<p><span>It sailed in  on a Tuesday<br />
it was raining on the docks<br />
that was the day that crazy  Murphy escaped<br />
by chewing through his locks.</span></p>
<p><span>A noble dog had lost its  head<br />
and bit its master&#8217;s hand<br />
who leapt back and struck the  hourglass<br />
spilling out the sand.</span></p>
<p><span>It&#8217;s not time to look back on  fields<br />
of burnt-up aching clay -<br />
they&#8217;ll get you in a second<br />
if they  see you turned that way.</span></p>
<p><span>You wandered through the meadows<br />
I had known  as a child.<br />
The wind caught your flowing hair<br />
and your eyes were burning  wild.</span></p>
<p><span>I don&#8217;t remember where it was<br />
you finally left me  behind,<br />
maybe down by the old canal<br />
where the swans made a rag out of my  mind</span></p>
<p><span>To clean up this awful mess<br />
of sticks and mud and tar<br />
and the  black streaks on the window<br />
that cover up my lucky star.</span></p>
<p><span>The ship  of fools sailed away<br />
but left the fools behind.<br />
They married with the  sick and weak,<br />
the lovelorn and the blind.</span></p>
<p><span>Their children were all  sorcerers<br />
and alchemists of gold<br />
from the steam of their cooking<br />
you  learned the stories that you told -</span></p>
<p><span>The stories that you told to me<br />
in  the breaking dawn,<br />
the ones that made me love you<br />
and that keep me driving  on.</span></p>
<p><span>They dragged your body through the streets -<br />
fingers in your  golden hair.<br />
Swing low, sweet blade!<br />
leave no one standing here.</span></p>
<p><span>I  know it&#8217;s not the first time<br />
and that you&#8217;ve been dead before -<br />
blinded by  transfiguration<br />
shifting at your core.</span></p>
<p><span>If feel your spirit with me  now<br />
like a blood-light in my brains,<br />
no electricity or sunlight<br />
along  these darkened plains.</span></p>
<p><span>But there&#8217;s a golden city in the distance<br />
and  there&#8217;s curses on my tongue -<br />
before you there were other worlds<br />
and now  there&#8217;s only one.</span></center></p>
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