Songs of the SKYCLAD

The Sinful Ensemble – Skyclad

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Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble? Good clean fun – just a bit a rough and tumble. Dead dictators out on a “labs night”. Then pints later you’ll

Civil War Dance – Skyclad

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Stained the map red, white and blue Back at home the storm clouds thundered Dole queues lengthened – unrest grew ’til the tides of fresh opinion Washed away the

Cancer Of The Heart – Skyclad

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feel the growth of rogue psychosis we are the cause – we are the cure Across each continent and nation spread without discrimination, we refuse our medication – yet

Postcard From Planet Earth – Skyclad

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Sorry it has been so long since you received my last transmission, meanwhile I’ve studied them – learned about their strange condition. Now I think I understand why they

Art Nazi – Skyclad

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It’s the Emperor Caligula School of Charm, Don’t take his word ’cause it’s not worth having it (he’s an Art-Nazi) He’s a tinpot Hitler gone berserk, A self-made man

My Mother In Darkness – Skyclad

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my lily of the valley of the shadow of death. Her velvet shadow in the rain, disturb the stillness of the hour. Each crimson kiss a tender pain, like

Vintage Whine – Skyclad

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pray, be seated, take your places Should my manna seem displeasing, offend your airs and graces, I’ve a list long as your arm, (The connoisseur’s selection) such bitter whines

A Dog In The Manger – Skyclad

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Common sense has lost all function – stranded in the night. The albatross has flown the nest – he’s breaking family ties He recalls his mother weeping with her

The Truth Famine – Skyclad

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A minister’s heading this way – he’s closing us down But what of my daughter – and what of my son Just how will they live when the factory’s

The Once Piece Puzzle – Skyclad

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Tell me do you like what you’ve found? Are your thoughts like the earth spinning round? Existence is pure pantomime Why is life such a puzzle sometimes? Trapped in