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POISON MIND
I see the line, I hear the line
I see the game prioritized
Inside my mind I see the line
I fear the line I get from you.
I see the turn, you turn the phrase,
You set the game, you change the rules
I turn the page, you shift the blame
I recognize the things you do.
Words of wisdom
For troubled times:
A broken heart can purge a poison mind.
I turn the page, I don't look back
You're reaching through the fog and haze
And fog of war. That door is closed
But still you're tugging at my feet.
That game is run, that war is closed.
It's all been done before.
The door is closed but still you try to find
A way to turn those tables back.
Words of wisdom
For troubled times:
A broken heart can purge a poison mind.
The game is won, we've seen it through again
But still you turn and try to find a way to bring
The comfort of your failings to the fore.
Just shut the door.
Just shut your eyes.
Just shut your mouth.
Just realize there's better things for you to find
Than what's behind you in the trash.
Words of wisdom
For troubled times:
A broken heart can purge a poison mind.
BURN IT DOWN
Take it with you,
Turn the key and lock the door.
Fingers bleeding,
Spirit broken, body sore.
Burn it away, tear it down.
Desolation
Mechanisms of defeat--
Vision falters
Standard moments obsolete.
Burn it away, tear it down.
Burn it down now, blest are those who rise above.
Burn it away, tear it down.
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Great Grey Shutdown
03:31
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When the day has surrendered to night
And all around is a smothering white
And the river is frozen
And the river is frozen
Icy cold and expanses of white
Frozen river and the north wind's bite
But all around the world is starting to climb
Out of the great grey shutdown.
When the cold settles into your bones
And the oil bill's starting to grow
And the water pipes frozen
And the water pipes frozen
Icy roads with a blanket of grime
Studded tires and a desperate decline
But all around the world is starting to climb
Out of the great grey shutdown.
You say that I must be giving up hope
That I must be at the end of my rope
I was not made to be broken
I'm not so easily broken
Bruised and battered, but spirit defined
I face the fire and the fire refines
Despite all your prophecies, I'm starting to climb
Out of the great grey shutdown.
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3. |
Long Gone & Far Away
02:08
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Your sordid prophecy has got inside my mind
So quick to tell me that it's time I put my past behind me:
"There ain't no doubt about that."
Long gone and far away from all this.
Think what you're doing when you get inside my head
And all you wanna do is sit around and talk of dying:
"There ain't no doubt about that."
Long gone and far away from all this.
You wanna set the rules but I don't wanna play
This stained deliverance has crossed a line that's past deciding:
There ain't no doubt about that.
Long gone and far away from all this.
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4. |
Apparatus Control
04:52
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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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Emilie
03:22
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I'll try to take a breath and see if I can focus on you.
This room is spinning hard, and I'm not sure I'll see this one through.
You say your world's become so tight there isn't room for you?
Just listen close, and I will give you something fast and true:
Put it behind you
No one owns you
I'm pulling for you
Emilie.
So Mom's got way too much to say about the things that you do
And Dad is working all the time like there's no time for you.
This may be kinda hard to swallow, but it means they love you.
And I'm a lot like him, so I'm the guy you'd wanna talk to. [wink]
Put it behind you
No one owns you
I'm pulling for you
Emilie.
So now the kids at school are putting you through thick and thin
And everybody's so concerned for you it makes your head spin
Just get your 20 minutes EVERY DAY for practice in
And don't jump in too quick because you sense an easy win
Put it behind you
No one owns you
I'm pulling for you
Emilie.
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New Zealand
03:22
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The thought came up from time to time
It grew on my brain like a second spine--
To go out west, outback, outside--
Out far, Far East, koala sunrise.
The desert sun and desert sky
Would show me things to blow my mind--
Like leather pants and naugahide
And dingo flavored marmalide.
New Zealand!
My kanga-colored caravan
Was crossing wadis far and wide
A singing sun to light my way--
A dust-cloud pillar from behind
Like standing waves within my head
One like a son of men appeared
And there, behind a mulga stood
To cool my brain and calm my fears.
NEW. ZEALAND.
I sat beneath the mulga tree
And as I sat beneath the sun
Like Krakatoa spewing fort
Port Moresby and aluminum,
The sea had yielded up her dead!
The bony fingers in the sand
Wrapped themselves around my head
And joined my dessicated hand.
New Zealand...
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7. |
If I Never Get To Vegas
04:08
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Dig me a hole and bury me deep
Ship me off to heaven with no shoes for my feet
Build me an altar on a dead-end street
And pray the Lord my soul to keep
Place my bones in a box of steel
Play my elegy on the reel-to-reel
Drink all the liquor you can find to steal*
Do what you gotta do to get by
'Cause I won't get away
I won't get away
If I never get to Vegas, carry my dreams away
I won't get away
No I won't get away
If I never get to Vegas, carry my dreams away
Bottled up dreams and a big, black car
Old tube amps and a cheap guitar
A killer sense of rhythm that never got far
Fading light from a dying star
Long list of bills that never got paid
Full set of songs that I never played
Arms wide open for my judgement day
I lay it all down on the head
'Cause I won't get away
I won't get away
If I never get to Vegas, carry my dreams away
I won't get away
No I won't get away
If I never get to Vegas, carry my dreams away
Trash my cars and sell the hot rod parts
Give away whatever that I forgot
Pick up the pieces of your broken heart
And tie them up in a lover's knot
Black Stone Heart on the cassette tape
My ashes with the cat by the fireplace
Sun comes up & it's another day
I done everything I could do.
'Cause I won't get away
I won't get away
If I never get to Vegas, carry my dreams away
I won't get away
No I won't get away
If I never get to Vegas, carry my dreams away.
Dig me a hole and bury me deep
Ship me off to heaven with no shoes for my feet
Build me an altar on a dead-end street
Do what you gotta do to get by.
*don't take this as actual advice pls. That sort of thing never ends well.
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Wear it Well
03:06
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If I could just slip this in
Before you start up again
I think I'd like to tear this down.
It seems we're so far behind
Your money kept in a line
I'm wondering why you're still around.
But you wear it well,
You wear it well
You got your money's worth, the rest can go to hell
You wear it well
We've said all there is to say
We're going our separate ways
We're all in a state of decay already
\This is all going wrong
Why do you string this along?
We're better off laid low than left unsteady.
But you wear it well,
You wear it well
You got your money's worth, the rest can go to hell
You wear it well
If I could just slip this in
Before you start up again
We're well-established losers already.
You're playing it so uptight
You want everything just right
But not even you can save this now.
But you wear it well,
You wear it well
You got your money's worth, that's money straight from Hell
You wear it well
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