Song especially created in hommage to Ian Curtis. Some verses of this autobiographic piece allude to Peter Hook and the Light for the remarkable job they've done so far.
lyrics
Such A Pearl In Your Hands
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A bygone question, firmly unanswered
A first intention, pending forever
Metamorphic stress for so many hearts
Esthetic distress hits the notes so hard
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The tale's unfolded, (be)fore incredulous eyes
A pack of mutants seeking paradise
There once was a goal without compromise
They've gone out of mind, to divine despise
Some play the lions, just as small as mice
One day will perish, soul cut into dice
Your attempts all failed, the task has a price
But should carry on, won't solve in a trice
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Buried in the past, a phenix awaits
Explorers digging, don't wanna be late!
Golden reflection, you couldn't believe!
This precise moment when losers all leave!
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Telling the truth, is this all worth?
People confuse between south and north...
A cascade of force, will I need some more?
As tension gets worse, closer to the core!
I've seen them running, following their lords
Docile as required, never to endorse
Alternative ways, leading to the source
Such a seizing fork, transcending the course
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Fleeting emotion, an angel watching,
All still possible, flower in the spring,
Cyclic as nature, tricky to align,
At times it could seem so labyrinthine
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Vibrations confirm, the presence untold,
Supreme wisdom knows, the brave hearts so bold
We carried a hope, surprises to come
Some evolution, building a new home
I heard nails scratching, no one's at the door!
I can see footprints, on an empty floor!
We thought they were lost, caught by a bad storm,
There's no farewell, as the sound rings on,
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Alleys paved so clean, borough so tidy
Your judges were sold, won't show no mercy
One two three four five, but where have you been?
Already decades, that no one has seen...
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Sudden lightnings blaze, until the last flash,
Is there any fate? Will we turn to ash?
Astronomic length, the race just began
And one single path, for myriads of fans
Shores never stay dry, been held in the brine,
After all goodbyes, a new friend of mine
Eons can linger mysteriously calm
Narrow aperture, maybe final palm
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I remember, when I was young
Nothing to do, just play the fool
Movie shut off without more ado
So close to the end, you will never know
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Endless debates on potential things
Dusty stuff and old rusty strings
They clamp the voltage, in case you dismiss
Now you're on your own, chasing the next bliss
Erosion of life, as you laid asleep,
All your crazy dreams, gone out in the wind
Breathtaking landscape, relief so splendid
Solid rememberance, face almost vivid
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How could I forget ? Browsed so many lands!
No way to give up, the key's in your hands
Ghostlike wanderers, soon tamed and locked up,
They stopped half the way, sorry not my cup!
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A priceless image wraped in years gone by,
Echo of a choir refusing to die,
Inserted again, have another try
Louder and louder, a distorted cry
Waving arm in time, an old mate complies,
Checking back what's done, can see far and wide,
A heat on our skins, with the morning light
At regular pace, sharing same delight
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A rotation, neverending
While we stay safe under His wing
Hidden treasures, melting snow delivers
Dormant rewards, can wake in a shiver
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How many more points to accomplish?
Hold your ideals close : they could vanish
What kind of progress, shutting up like this?
What will spread someday? The case will dehisce...
Out of human sight, all things you could wish
Snakes ain't on same page, I can hear them swish
The beauty of yore, thrown to the abyss
Bitten to the bone, betrayed in a hiss
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A trail of glitter leads us to this place
You're a part of it, spark in the right space
Wondering what's next - watching the new dawn
Soon the names will change, beware it won't warn !
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Grabbing the ladder to greater heaven
Squishing quick footsteps - should hide your leaven
There's a thing that knows the smallest details,
Transposing the whole to gigantic scales
Subtle signs show you, slipping universe,
Fixing lame orbits that would lead nowhere
The chart squarely tells all you have to mend
All clues to be found will come in the end
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