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When we say what we mean
What we mean is a concept that don't mean a thing
What we think about you, now that's everything
When we say what is true
The truth is a concept we apply to you
It really don't matter just what is true
Apparatus control.
When you take--take your seat
You sit in the places we want you to seat
You see all the things that we want you to see
Should you start questioning
You're posing the questions we want you to pose--
Your posture dictated to neat little rows.
Apparatus control
When you mind--mind these rules
You're doing the things that we want you to do
You don't get to do them 'til we tell you to.
Should you try to break free
Your freedom is just what we want it to be
We purchased your freedom. Now we own everything.
Apparatus control
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The North Shore
06:19
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The North Shore
A purple sky casts lavender around me,
The last vestige of a dying sunset tempers the western sky.
I stand on a bluff, water stretches below me;
A warm breeze touches my body, cautiously pressing me back towards land.
Cirrus clouds grace the sky, a temporary landmark of the infinite:
Wispy feathers of ice mark the reaches of my awareness--
Impossible heights that would suck the life from my lungs.
Eternity above, eternity below.
God of ages, Lord of health
You lift me up in spite of myself
You hold me, you heal me.
God of ages, from outside time
You soothe my soul, you heal my mind
And I don't know exactly who you are.
"The widest man cannot cover the mountains, the tallest man cannot touch Heaven."
Warm air fills my lungs and again is gone. The breath of life: sky in me; water in me.
Behind me, earth. Before me, eternity.
Heaven is not great. Up here on this promontory it is I who am nothing.
God of ages, Lord of health
You lift me up in spite of myself
You hold me, you heal me.
God of ages, from outside time
You soothe my soul, you heal my mind
And I don't know exactly who you are.
I could shout to the wind; I could cry out to the mountains.
I could stake my claim before all eternity.
I stand silent before my Maker.
And in the silence a still, small voice:
"Today I am giving you yourself."
God of ages, Lord of health
You lift me up in spite of myself
You hold me, you heal me.
God of ages, from outside time
You soothe my soul, you heal my mind
And I don't know exactly who you are.
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