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Bedtime Stories
04:08
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Go to sleep and dream away.
Tomorrow is another day.
It will all still be the same.
I can't help but feel afraid.
Look how far we've strayed.
Yet still no one complains.
Oh god,give me some hope.
We've made ourselves enough rope
to hang each one a thousand times.
Go from day to day.
Hey brother it's all a-okay.
Wake up and smell the shit.
Still I hug and hold you tight.
I lie and tell you it's all goin' to be alright.
It's the hardest thing to admit.
Oh lord, is there anything left to save.
Digging our childrens graves.
It's the blind leading the blind.
Cover your eyes you won't see.
Cover your ears don't believe.
And the future still looks bright.
Last chapter of the book.
Princess laments by the brook.
Sings sadly into the night.
Oh maker of land and of seas.
Put us out of our miseries.
Time to say good night.
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2. |
Dogfish
05:27
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Dogfish gives solace to the lepers of the land.
He makes it all so easy.
Dogfish smiles as he feeds the five thousand.
Does it ecclesiastically.
Dogfish nearly drowned in a china sugar bowl.
Hope he does'nt break it.
Dogfish fell into a super-massive blackhole.
I don't think he'll make it.
And they're stretching him,stretching him thin.
Stretching him, stretching him thin.
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3. |
I'm Not There
04:52
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Whan I become invisible.
A spirit or a ghost.
I will float into your mouth.
Caress your gurgling throat.
Softly I can touch you.
In my celestial disguise.
Watch as you disrobe.
Oblivious to my unseen eyes.
You could sense my presence.
It could cover you like paint.
Pores turn to stone.
With no mindful restraint.
Shadows may come alive.
Paw your cleansed skin.
Shivers and fevers.
Bring a delirious grin.
I am everywhere.
I am everywhere.
But I'm not there.
I will encompass you.
Make maps of your curves.
Delve deep to your very core.
Find the master that you serve.
And in the blinking of your eye.
We shall be one.
Swim inside your tear.
And down your cheek we'll run.
I am everywhere.
I am everywhere.
But I'm not there.
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4. |
No Mans Land
04:08
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Wasting my time on this brakelight road.
I never understood your cryptic codes.
It's late in the morning,moon's still shining.
A conversation in my head ends with me pining,
For your company.
There's no way of knowing.
Which way this ill wind is blowing.
I see you watching me through your hands.
Look at me here in no mans land.
There's no way of knowing.
Are you staying or are you going.
I see you watching me from the stands.
At me suffer in no mans land.
I stare at your memory with bewilderment.
Call off the bloodhounds they've lost the scent.
A hopeless hope,put under the microscope.
There's nothing there.
Not a fingerprint.
There's no way of knowing.
Is this fallout or is it snowing.
I see you stare down at me from the stands.
You've condemned me to no mans land.
There's no way of knowing.
Will you cease this toing and froing.
You've got someones blood on your hands.
There's no return from no mans land.
In the shadows.
I've seen you've moving.
In the shadows.
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5. |
Save The Tiger
06:10
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Orange flavored tiger, only jungle is in his mind.
Peers up at three sattelites perfectly alligned.
The rumble of the motorway.
The stench of progress.
Mother Earth a hollow egg, a sterile womb, a cancerous breast.
Save,please save the tiger.
Cut the tiger open.
See if the stripes go all the way through.
Put amonia in his eyes, make him swallow nicotine and shampoo.
Flat-pack the forest .
Powder down the beasts.
I'm top of the food-chain so prepare the feast.
Save, please save the tiger.
Photograph the big cats, take their souls away.
Growling in surround sound.
Hunting in blu-ray.
Save the tiger put them out of their misery.
Store them in oil tankers and let them run free.
Save, please,save the tiger.
Now I'm on my knees fighting back the waves.
Sucking bones by a fire in a cave.
I'm on the ropes .
You're on the ground.
It's a knockout punch but the bell don't sound.
Save,please save the tiger.
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6. |
Bad Day
03:50
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The earth it shook,the sky went black.
Her hair was ruined and her nails were cracked.
The levy broke, her stillettoes got wet.
Nothin' but news on her tv set.
Her roof fell in,floodwaters rose.
She needed money for the rent but the banks were closed.
And the people sang lalalalalala.....
Blue eyed girl hugging her brown eyed pup.
The ground it opened and swallowed them up.
A hurricane blew.Took her man away.
She could'nt get married on her wedding day.
The days dragged on,her baby died.
In her shivering rags she cried and cried.
In the water so foul bodies floated on by.
The world it watched with television eyes.
And the president sang lalalalalala......
Blue eyed girl hugging her brown eyed pup.
The ground it opened and swallowed them up.
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7. |
A Little Proof
04:55
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I've got to thank you for everything I've got.
My x-ray vision.
My diamond-studded yacht.
And I want to praise you for all the things you've done.
You're one in a trillion.
Criminally unsung.
Who am I talking to?
Why make me feel such a fool?
Is it too much to ask for a little proof?
My life is yours to govern in any way you please.
No task is too ambitious.
What is it you decree?
Where am I walking through?
No one tells me what to do.
Is it too much to ask for a little proof....and the voice said..Take a look around you.
Take a look around you.
Tell me, what do you see.
Take a look around you.
Take a look around you...do you see me?
How can I repay you?
Sacrifice my only son?
Do I enslave you?
Give me a sign exalted one.
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8. |
I Can't Stop
03:08
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Motionless.
Suspended in mid-air.
Voice like falling rocks.
A face of broken stares.
Seconds,I hear ticking clocks.
Can't live in the moment.
I can't stop.
Minutes,I hear ticking clocks.
Can't live in the moment.
I can't stop.
Outside the plaza hotel hung the stars'n'stripes.
The flag of Israel.
Running down streets with blood spattered lips.
I recall it all in slow-motion film clips.
Seconds.....
Sometimes I see you and it's like you're really there.
Sometimes I feel you, my hand moving through air.
Sometimes I see you and it's like you're really there.
I whispered in your ear.
Hey, look where you're bound.
Seconds......
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9. |
Evolution
05:36
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Electricity pulsing through the machine.
All this technology,so perfect and pristine.
Well I'll be a monkeys' uncle.
I'll be a monkeys 'uncle.
A physical reaction is just a tiny fraction.
His fluttering eyelids.
These statuesque moments.
Well I'll be a monkeys' uncle.....
Dreamy morphine flowing through me.
All negativity washes to a sea.
Well I'll be a monkeys' uncle.....
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10. |
Forgiveness
03:27
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Man wanted justice for his murdered son.
Man wanted justice the man got none.
The devil was an angel once. If you believe in that type of thing.
Could god give him a second chance.
Forgive him every sin.
Judge passed sentence no smile, no tear.
Judge passed sentence, suspend four years.
The devil was an angel once.
If you believe in that type of thing.
Would god give him a second chance.
And forgive him every sin.
Man put his faith in the law of the land.
Man took the law into his own hands.
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11. |
The System
04:22
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Sweep the wino's and the junkies.
Under the carpet with the other scurrying insects.
These concrete jungle monkeys.
Chattering non-stop about lifes' less worrying aspects.
Black river flowing through the city.
Everything in it has long since died.
Getting it into your bloodstream aint pretty.
Washing away that ever rising tide.
Clean the filth out of the system.
Take away their ability to reproduce.
See the hollow eyed crying children.
Tugging the arms of the zombies 'til they fall loose.
Black river flowing through the city.
Everything in it has long since died.
Getting it into your bloodstream is never pretty.
Washing away that ever rising tide.
KILL THEM ALL. KILL THEM ALL.
Keep to the left,follow the signs.
Take your pictures and swiftly move along.
These are of a different design.
And in the system they do not belong.
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12. |
Nice Guys Finish Last
04:30
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I know your necessities.
I'm a drone,baby you're the queen bee.
But I love you,even like you sometimes.
When I am a wreck you remind me of my crimes.
If it's black you want it white and vice versa.
If it's spots you ask for stripes and vice versa...
No matter.
Nice guys finish last.
Walking on eggshells.
Skating on thin ice.
Deaf to alarm bells.
I have no choice.
He'll freeze himself.
Leave a faint heartbeat.
She'll feel his breath.
Through his ever smiling teeth.
If it's thin you want it fat and vice versa.
If it tastes like dog you'd rather cat and vice versa..
No matter.
Nice guys finish last.
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13. |
A Simple Game
06:17
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Oh dear,my dear.
It breaks my heart to see you so sad.
No cup of cheer.
Can change those grim tidings to glad.
What words to speak?
Well in a hundred years maybe it won't matter.
You mix the good with the bad.
And it's all so ordinary.
First you're happy then you're sad.
Then it's all the same.
Your day to start and end.
Nothing too extraordinary.
Happiness...is a simple game.
Now you're building a wall.
To shut out all of your detractors.
You're set for a fall.
Can you not see all the hidden factors.
One more twenty-four.
One more journey to navigate.
You mix the good......
There's always hope.
Always an alternative ending.
There's all ways to cope.
While your broken heart is mending.
Seems like week to week.
Another hammerblow leaves you shattered.
One more obstacle to contemplate
Happiness.......
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14. |
Mexican Border
05:53
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Out on the dusty plains she waits with her red dress on.
She's smoking chains.
In the distance the rumble of a thunderstorm.
He arrives,she holds him tight.
Red crimson drips from his black leather glove.
He's taken lives on this night.
Every dollar he's ever earned was never enough.
Doctor Reeves and I.
On the run to the Mexican border.
Doublecross and lies.
On the run to the Mexican border.
I made him kill his wife.
Nearly there at the Mexican border.
Twin lights appear, they're being followed.
She bites her lip with fear.
They blaze on over the coal-black road.
They're swaying side by side.
So close they can see the whites of each others eyes.
The shotgun roars like a widowed bride.
A scream-steel crash.
A lightening flash and they're gone.
Hold on she cries.
But life ebbs from his mortal wound.
In her arms he dies.
She leaves him for the vultures in the desert mist.
I left him there to die.
Seven miles from the Mexican border.
I cut out both his eyes.
On the run to the Mexican border.
Drive through the sunrise.
Nearly there at the Mexican border.
Weak hearts get hypnotised.
On the run to the Mexican border.
I made him kill his wife.
On the run to the Mexican border.
Out in the rusty rains.
She counts the cost of what's been paid.
Out on the dusty plains.
She waits to return one day.
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15. |
Wake Up And Live
02:33
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Out in the dark night the blackness resides.
I've watched it creep and crawl into your eyes.
Hey wake up and live,wake up and live.
Please wake up and live.
Before you die.
It's all in your mind.How can it be real?
Tell them to go to hell ,that's how you feel.
Hey wake up......
Doctor will help, he's got all kinds of pills.
Medicine man,he don't know you're ill.
Hey wake up..........
Another sunrise, another beautiful day.
Phantom crisis won't go away.
Wake up and live........
I've seen the dregs crawl about on the streets.
They've given up,I know you won't be beat.
Hey wake up and live...........
The flowers have wilted,their petals have dropped.
Everything dies ,how can it be stopped.
Hey wake up and live,please wake up and live.
Before you die.
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