1. |
Who Are You?
05:27
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Who are you?
Are you the thoughts you think?
Are you the things you do?
Are you sitting comfortably?
Then I'll begin
'Is the blast from the past,
From an emotional timebomb,
Going off with no warning,
Can you hide from the storm?
Can you really forget,
All that you've been and seen?
Forget what when on before,
Just like shutting a door in your mind?
Who are you?
Are you our good intentions,
Or those bad things you do?
We all like to feel so good about ourselves,
But can that feeling be shared by someone else?
The looks you can't control,
Can sometimes give you away.
Your eyes betray you,
Whatever your lips may say.
Are you all by yourself
And needing no one's help?
Is what you've become
And not what you want?
What do you want?
HAHA - Who are You?
Who Are you?
The thoughts you think
Or the things you do?
Are you bad?
Are you good?
Are you bad?
Are you good?
Do you know? x 4
can you tell me
Who are you?
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2. |
Sing Me A New Song
05:03
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They go round and round in eternal circles
Chasing their tails before them.
I've come to view them like clowns in a circus,
And not with amusement, just boredom.
Why do they follow in our fathers' footsteps
Is that what will make them great?
But it could be a path of rights and wrongs,
Of goodness and mistakes.
Sing me a new song,
Play me a new tune,
Don't bang the drum for the past.
Sing me a new song,
Play me a new tune,
Something that's gonna last.
Maybe, all they see is a lifestyle,
So much better than their own.
But what is a dream if it has no substance?
It's like a, like a child without a home.
Sing me a new song,
Play me a new tune,
Don't bang the drum for the past.
Sing me a new song,
Play me a new tune,
Something that's gonna last.
I gotta get something off my chest...
They go round and round in eternal circles
Ruining what went before them.
I've come to view them like clowns in a circus,
Release me from this boredom!
No thoughts of their own, no no
Not one of their own, no no
It's true what they say,
You're never alone,
Never alone with a clone.
Sing me a new song,
Play me a new tune,
Don't bang the drum for the past.
Sing me a new song,
Play me a new tune,
Something that's gonna last.
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3. |
The Cold Equation
05:03
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In a bleak wasteland of facts and figures,
There is a damsel in distress.
She has faith, she believes in things,
That confound many by their elusiveness.
The computer wizzkid sits in his bedroom,
His face lit up so green.
So unware of the world outside,
What matters is what's on his computer screen.
They see 1+1,
I see a father and his son,
They see 10 x 10,
I see women with their men.
They see the whole as 1/2 + 1/2
And not when we cry and laugh.
They find the root of 8,
I see things they can't calculate.
There is something they can't see
Can't see that sometimes 1+1 makes 3.
They live in terror of what cannot be proved,
No margin for error,
The edges can't be smoothed.
Cos the bleak wasteland of facts and figures
Is where the cold equation riegns
Its iron hand lays down the law,
Removes whatever soul remains.
But there's a safehouse, a sanctuary
When emotion's under threat.
The damsel hides her thoughts inside
Where the numbers cannot get.
They see 1+1,
I see a father and his son,
They see 10 x 10,
I see women with their men.
They see the whole as 1/2 + 1/2
And not when we cry and laugh.
They find the root of 8,
I see things they can't calculate.
There is something haunting me,
Could it be geometry?
I had a vision, hope it won't it come true
There's no opinions,
Cos the numbers rule.
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4. |
Alias Mr. Jones
03:39
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Mr Jones,
He sits alone and wonders why.
Little Jamie's boyfriend called,
She says she's gotta fly.
Martha's in the kitchen baking,
All his favourite things.
Once a month she splashes out,
And just gets things for him.
Junior's just got home from class,
His shoes scuffed white as snow.
Homework diary in his hand,
For once he's nothing to show
And he's glad!
Teacher asked him about his cuts
And the bandage on his arm
She thinks that he's been in a fight
But he's been in war.
Martha's in the kitchen,
On the phone to her best friend,
Crying tears of hate and sadness,
Will it ever end?
Each time she tries to break away,
She just ends up back with him.
Cos the more she tries to break away,
The more she in chained in.
In her heart of hearts she knows she'll never win
Cos her heart of hearts won't let live without him
But she can't take too much more,
She's too weak to fight.
So when will he stop?
Not tonight!!
Hell breaks loose, he's home at last,
With the drunken face he wears.
Martha hold his supper trembling,
Junior is upstairs.
Woken by the noise below,
He's heard it all before.
So familiar it's bred contempt
He won't take anymore.
Nag! Nag! That's all you ever do!
I'm the one who earns the money,
I'll spend it how I choose.
Mr Jones gets so angry,
That he beats his wife,
Makes him feel so strong and manly,
But Junior's got the knife>>>>
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ABANDON Carrickfergus, UK
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