1. |
FEEL NO PAIN
02:53
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I don't know whether to sink or to swim.
I cannot comprehend the shape that I'm in.
I've been protected from all of the rules,
And now they want me playing the game with the fools.
I learned to cheat when I was just a boy.
I had no limit so my conscience is void.
No one was watching when I landed on top;
Without a warning now they want me to stop.
Everyone that hears my name
Laughs and shakes their head in shame.
Funny, but I don't care,
And I feel no pain.
I ran the M.O. that I've always had.
But now it's shocking....somehow everyone's mad.
The panel glare at me and put on the face.
But when it's over, we swing at my place.
Everyone that hears my name
Laughs and shakes their head in shame.
Funny, but I don't care,
And I feel no pain.
Always the same.
Some new white do-right
Will come and save the day for everyone,
Rattling the chains and calling for heads.
There's so much more to it than they'll ever know.
I hate to tell them but its all just a show!
They shook me down. Yeah, they gave me a scare,
But something else came up and now they don't care.
Instead of doing time and paying my dues,
I got a bonus just for changing the news
Everyone that hears my name
Laughs and shakes their head in shame.
Funny, but I don't care,
And I feel no pain.
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2. |
DANGER
04:04
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You know exactly how to make a mountain out of a molehill,
And on the best of days, your mind won't let your heart be still.
Slipped through the walls again,
But you have to return at a quarter mile
You've got to be insane,
Just to live in a world so hostile.
Don't look now!
All around you there is Danger.
Up and Down,
All around you there is Danger.
The plasma deals your brain
Scary, tainted, and vile Information.
Addicted and restrained,
Now you can't even change the station.
Don't look now!
All around you there is Danger.
Up and Down,
All around you there is Danger.
“I stand in the doorway
And every nerve implores me to stay.”
Come on! Do it, boy!
Let's get out in the world!
Don't look now!
All around you there is Danger.
Up and Down,
All around you there is Danger.
There's Danger!
Out in the Street!
On the TV!
In the Water!
In the SKY!
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3. |
WAITING FOR THE SUN
04:21
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Sun.
The Sun.
For the Sun.
We are waiting for the Sun.
In 40-something and one rotations,
Below the surface there's no variation.
Under the clouds of an endless deception,
We keep our heads up awaiting reception.
Hoping this is when the light will shine,
Your hand in mine,
Waiting for the
Sun.
The Sun.
For the Sun.
We are waiting for the....
I hear belligerent voices get closer.
I know they're coming to try my composure.
Ironic that we're able to reason,
Use it and many consider it treason..
Hoping this bizarro state will change.
We refrain....
Waiting for the
Sun.
The Sun
For the Sun.
We are waiting for the Sun.
Warm, bright, unfailing Sun....
Come enlighten everyone.
Some other dreamer from some other lifetime,
Maybe she stood here and said "It's about time,"
Hoping that was when the light would....
Hoping her bizarro world would change.
And we're again
Waiting for the Sun.
The Sun.
For the Sun.
We are waiting for the Sun.
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I'm trying like Hell
To get to the source of
The reason you stop me at go.
Each time I get in,
I work all your puzzles
And come out with nothing to show.
Whoa, man!
Here we go again.
Putting numbers in.
I don't want a new friend.
I only want answers.
I've got some things I want to know.
When I think I'm yours you let me go.
I've got some things I want to say.
When I think you're mine you get away.
The more we're connected
The further away
We get from the way we should be.
I'm stuck in the dark
And long for the sound of
A voice in which I can believe.
No.
This is not the one.
I'm not having fun.
I just want to be done.
Is that what you wanted?
I've got some things I want to say.
When I think you're mine you get away.
I've got some things I want to know.
When I think I'm yours you let me go.
I put a lot into the fire for you to burn,
Yet I feel like I ask so little in return.
Just a sign that you care....that you're there?
Here we go again.
Putting numbers in.
I'm not looking to win.
My desires are simple.
I've got some things I want to know.
When I think I'm yours you let me go.
I've got some things I want to say.
When I think you're mine you get away.
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5. |
WHITE LINES
02:57
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Stomp and Go! Prescribe and Conquer!
Through the Skies, through Veins, through Water!
We've got the ins from the beggars to the politicians.
We'll make them want it even if they haven't got any symptoms.
No Symptoms!
Whitelines across the sky! Whitelines! Breathe in or die!
No fight. No cares. No reaction.
Our most absurd lies unquestioned.
We've got the world in a lab running mazes for an ounce of cheese.
Invent a word and they dance to the alter as devotees.
I need more, please!
Whitelines across the sky! Whitelines! Breathe in or die!
This world entraps you inside your own emotions.
The only way to freedom is with another potion.
This should be a crime, it's so fun!
Whitelines across the sky! Whitelines! Breathe in or die!
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6. |
HIDE FROM TOMORROW
04:16
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You knew too well that this day would arrive.
You had plans that would keep you alive,
You helped the axis tip a little too far.
And now it's you who doesn't like where you are.
Where are gonna hide now?
Where are you gonna hide now....from tomorrow?
With secrets high o'er the heads of the low.
You meant to do what nobody could know.
Running the arms of the nine-head machine.
In prime position to get away clean.
Where are gonna hide now?
Where are you gonna hide now....from tomorrow?
The dirt is out and the facts are exhumed:
'Twas a few wicked fucks sitting down in a room,
Making the calls for an entire world
Sculpting shit from a beautiful pearl.
Where are you gonna hide now?
Where are you gonna hide now?
Oh where, oh where.....from tomorrow?
Here We Go!
The Pressure Limit is Blown!
You should have known
You'd meet me out here with the rest of the Zombies.
We're going to eat you while we're sipping on the last of the Tea.
Things happened so fast that you missed the ride.
How does it feel to be on the outside?
Where are you gonna hide now?
Where are you gonna hide now?
Oh where, oh where.....from tomorrow?
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7. |
FIGHTING MACHINES
02:43
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We were doing nothing wrong,
Sitting cool and singing songs.
The tranquil sounds were just too strong.
We knew in time you'd come along and
Get this shindig swingin' with a show good for television.
Well, look who's here!
With the batons and the surplus fighting machines!
Yeah, looks so good!
You've got the means for a scene, sexy fighting machines!
Never one to be left out.
You love the spotlights there's no doubt.
And what you lack in your combat zone
You make up with your megaphones.
Where there's a will and a purpose there's a stage
For your costume play.
Make way, the lackeys in black are here, in hand-me-down riot gear.
They're dressed for the show so they won't let it go.
Get this party shaking with a fight good for history making.
Well, look who's here!
With the batons and the surplus fighting machines!
Yeah, looks so good!
You've got the means for a scene, sexy fighting machines!
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8. |
EULOGY FOR POOR DANIEL
04:01
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It makes me want to come through my skin.
But I restrain today, my friends.
The Revolution will in time begin
For Daniel's Soul.
He had a gift reserved for Gods.
It took him places that defied the odds.
And made him overwork for pompous sods.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
For every chess piece he moved for them,
Another nail was driven in.
Living is not a game you have to win.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
But they took all that he gave
And dance on his grave.
Poor Daniel.
So lower the flag
And raise a glass for Daniel.
Poor Daniel.
When he was no one he was good enough.
Tried to be someone and it got too rough.
He could have stayed where he was always loved.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
Would that he'd done like his Mom and Dad.
They never wanted and they never had.
The endless ladders only drive you mad.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
They took all that he gave
And dance on his grave.
Poor Daniel.
So lower the flag
And raise a glass for Daniel.
Poor Daniel.
We were only boys from Aisling Lane.
Guns were only toys and dreams the same.
Our houses cluttered with twisted nerves,
We'd escape and find times a child deserves.
And with all our guards down we'd spread our wings and we'd fly
In the bittersweet, gold and red sky.
I still see him in his favorite chair.
He sits among us now forever there.
He's like a hero, but he wouldn't care.
Poor Daniel. Woe.
They've taken all he gave
And dance on his grave.
Poor Daniel.
So lower the flag
And raise a glass for Daniel.
A favorite son,
Come home. Be done.
Poor Daniel.
To rise above, there's only love.
Poor Daniel.
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9. |
TURN GEARS TURN
04:19
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Do you dream of dying lovers
Asleep on concrete.
Paper covers betray the skin, and you discover that
You're still here, and it's not over.
In the dark something vaguely clear
Makes it still worth living here.
Turn Gears Turn.
Walking on glass into the dawn
Chained together we go on.
Turn Gears Turn.
Fight the Fates
For just a little more....
We'll make plans when you get off the floor.
I don't recognize you anymore but
I know you're the one I'm living for.
With a way out so painfully clear.
For some reason we're still here.
Turn Gears Turn.
Shame?
What shame?
We lost it long ago.
It washed out with the wasted overflow.
When the faceless heads are turning away,
They're like clouds that pass through everyday.
Leaving you, Love, un-spun and low.
There's one shame I guess I know.
Turn Gears Turn.
We wake and spin.
And we find the passion once again.
The cross we bear gets harder to share.
But no way I carry the weight alone.
Go!
Let go!
And they return again....
Your black, empty eyes of love estranged.
I don't recognize you anymore, but
I know you're the one I'm living for.
With a way out so painfully clear.
For some reason we're still here.
Turn Gears Turn.
Walking on glass into the dawn
Chained together we go on.
Turn Gears Turn.
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10. |
FROM THE HILL
05:43
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Words.
Words that hurt.
You drop to Earth
From girdered heavens.
Views.
Points of view.
You shout them through
From inside the fences.
From your chair into the lens
Through the wires and into minds of poor believers
Who turn the words into arrow and fire. Oh!
Worlds.
Another world.
Abstract. Absurd.
A high and tight sphere.
From
Where you come
Is there no one
Who's walked the roads here?
Nothing needed trickles down.
But your lavish words of wisdom I could drown in.
If only I had the station to follow. Oh!
From the Hill. From the Hill.
It's so easy to say what you will.
Far Away and Above the place where you say one thing
And it leads to anything.
Minds.
Hearts and minds,
Our growth declined
In ways fallacious.
Thus,
There's no fuss
To have from us
With plans voracious.
Now that everything's in place
You open your mouth and you blow out like a dragon
And fly away from the flames and the fallout. Oh!
From the Hill. From the Hill.
It's so easy to say what you will.
Far Away and Above the place where you say one thing
And it leads to anything.
From the Hill. From the Hill.
It's so easy to say what you will.
Passing time from behind a curtain, yet still you feign to know
How it goes down here below.
Babble on....on....Babble on.
Air from dawn to dawn.
Babble on....on....Babble on.
Air from dawn to dawn.
From your chair into the lens
Through the wires and into minds of poor believers
Who turn the words into arrow and fire.
From the Hill. From the Hill.
It's so easy to say what you will.
Far Away and Above the place where you say one thing
And it leads to anything.
From the Hill. From the Hill.
It's so easy to say what you will.
Passing time from behind a curtain, yet still you feign to know
How it goes down here below.
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11. |
ETERNAL SNOW
03:28
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On the gray and blood-stained grass below
There is snow.
Frozen scenes that no one wants to know,
In the snow.
Usually this time of year, birds are here from South.
Presently there's no telling up from down.
Nowhere is the best place you could go
In this snow.
Days are dark and nights seem moreso slow.
The clouds all glow.
Nevermind the blaming for
This, the last great crime.
Accidents and war, matters just of time.
Serpents left on edge and curled,
Madly placed in every hole in the world.
What good could have come? Everyone left dumb.
Nothing left to show.
All we've ever come to know
Beneath eternal snow
This is where noise filled the air and now
Not a sound.
For all that we know we're the last souls
Still around.
Some reward for pressing on for another day....
Watching reason, hope, love and life decay
In the snow.
Snow.
Snow....eternal snow.
Snow!
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12. |
I KNOW A PLACE
05:21
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I know a place you can go to make everything all right.
Reach for my hand and we'll slide quietly into the night.
I know a thing you can do that would surely help us all.
Sirens of gravity wait, and I can hear them call....
Ah.....Ah....Ah....
What it's like there, no, I'm not aware.
But I know it would be nicer here if you were there.
Away. Away. Away.
I know a place you can go where you would fit right in.
Reach for my hand and I'll show you one way to get in.
I know a place you can go where you need no disguise.
Everyone there has a name that you would recognize.
Take your wretched brain, shredded notes and things....
We are getting closer now, my heart begins to sing!
Go away! Away! Go Away!
For all the good, the sane, and the innocent, Go Away!
I'll count the days 'til you're away!
I know a place you can go to make everything right.
I know that I, for one, could finally sleep at night.
Away!
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