Sceptic at the feast in ashes
Huntsman at the voyeurs ball
Funeral Parlour-Guests invited
Mourning poorly worn by all
Old and mouldy words »
Playmate of the Mouth
Broken Barricades
by Procol Harum
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a huntsman's pack
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
I have »
King of Pain [DVD]
Synchronicity Concert
by The Police
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man has cursed
Long gone are the ages of the alchemists
Now there are none who know the secrets of the earth
Harken to the howl of the huntsman's »
Lament for the Aurochs
Age of Winters
by The Sword
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the wicked huntsman
Where the stag had run to rest.
Now the elderly survivor
Knew this was not for the best;
He opened up his heart
And prayed for peace »
The Golden Salamander
Nomadness
by The Strawbs
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the huntsman's horn
By the look of this one you've not got much to fear.
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours.
Now »
Squonk
A Trick of the Tail
by Genesis
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know the reason.
In one hand bread, the other a stone.
The Hunter enters the forest.
All are not huntsmen who can blow the huntsman's horn
By »
Squonk
Trick of the Tail [Bonus DVD]
by Genesis
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the huntsman's horn
By the look of this one you've not got much to fear.
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours.
Now »
Squonk
Trick of the Tail [Bonus DVD]
by Genesis
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the huntsman's horn
By the look of this one you've not got much to fear.
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours.
Now »
Squonk
Genesis 1976-1982 [Bonus DVD]
by Genesis
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There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black-winged »
King of Pain
Soul Cages Concert
by Sting
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There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black-winged »
King of Pain [Live]
Demolition Man [#1]
by Sting
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the huntsman's horn
By the look of this one you've not got much to fear.
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
Come to match my skill to yours.
Now »
Squonk
Live 1973-2007
by Genesis
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huntsmen who blow the huntsman's horn
And by the look of this one you've not got much to fear
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
I come to match »
Squonk
Live 1980 [DVD]
by Genesis
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Was it a Huntsman or a player
That made you pay the cost
That now assumes relaxed positions
And prostitutes your loss?
Were you tortured by »
Crucify Your Mind
Cold Fact
by Rodriguez
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a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
It's my soul up there
There's a black winged gull with a broken back
It's my soul up there
There's a little black »
King of Pain
It's Da New Best: Da Covers
by Inner Circle
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to split him skin from bone
And the miller has served him worse than that for he's ground him between two stones
[Chorus: x2]
And the Huntsman he »
John Barleycorn
Tippler's Tales
by Fairport Convention
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man at last.
John Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up!
Now the Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he »
John Barleycorn
A Little Light Music
by Jethro Tull
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brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The Huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow »
Light Up or Leave Me Alone
The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys
by Traffic
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and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The Huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly »
John Barleycorn
John Barleycorn Must Die
by Traffic
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at last.
The Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot,
Without a little Barleycorn »
John Barleycorn (Must Die)
Keep on Running
by Traffic
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There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black winged »
King of Pain
Musica Para Sonar, Vol. 2
by Diego Torres
|
The Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pots,
Without a little Barleycorn »
John Barleycorn
Four Decades of Folk Rock
by Traffic
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the den
Till the fattest buck in all the flock
King Henry he has slain.
His Huntsman followed him to the hall
To make them burly cheer,
When loud »
King Henry
Lot of Jolly Good Folk
by Steeleye Span
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