Mood

All my troubles, all my pain

Stems from this thing that you call a "brain"

Be my guest, sever me from the source

Of all my agony

What a shame, I've forgotten my name

Without the use of my brain and

"My, bet I'll sleep well tonight!"

Without this head of mine.

Cabaret Voltaire - The Headless Waltz

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Follow the storm I've got to get out of here…
Follow the storm as you take to the sky…
Follow the storm now it's all so crystal clear,
Follow the storm as the storm begins to rise…
She seems to come from everywhere
Welcome to the dragons lair
Fingers running through your hair
She asks you out to play…

Blackmore's Night - Storm