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Begin the day with a friendly voice, A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off on your way, hit the open road, There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers, Undemanding contact in your happy solitude. Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antennae bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted. Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty. One likes to believe in the freedom of music, But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity. For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall, Concert hall And echoes with the sounds of salesmen. |
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| 2. |
| 4:43 |
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Rush - The Trees(러쉬 - 트리스)
There is unrest in the Forest There is trouble with the trees For the Maples want more sunligh And the Oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the Maples And they're quite convinced they're right They say the Oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light But the Oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made And they wonder why the Maples Can't be happy in their shade? There is trouble in the forest And the creatures all have fled As the Maples scream 'Oppression!' And the Oaks, just shake their heads So the Maples formed a Union And demanded equal rights 'The Oaks are just too greedy We will make them give us light' Now there's no more Oak oppression For they passed a noble law And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet,Axe,And saw. |
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| 3. |
| 5:23 |
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There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors To direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned - Or the gods are malign" Blame is better to give than receive. You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will There are those who think that They've been dealt a losing hand, The cards were stacked against them- They weren't born in Lotus-Land All pre-ordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can pray for a place In heaven's unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide In some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide You still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears And kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that's clear- I will choose free will Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt That's far too fleet |
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| 4. |
| 11:03 |
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"To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise...." I had heard the whispered tales of immortality The deepest mystery From an ancient book, I took a clue I scaled the frozen mountain tops Of eastern lands unknown Time and Man alone Searching for the lost - Xanadu Xanadu - To stand within the Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste anew the fruits of life The last immortal man To find the sacred river Alf To walk the caves of ice Oh, I will dine on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise A thousand years have come and gone But Time has passed me by Stars stopped in the sky Frozen in an everlasting view Waiting for the world to end Weary of the night Praying for the light Prison of the lost -Xanadu Xanadu- Held within The Pleasure Dome Decreed by Kubla Khan To taste my bitter triumph As a mad immortal man Nevermore shall I return Escape these caves of ice For I have dined on honey dew And drunk the milk of Paradise |
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| 5. |
| 4:39 |
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There's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take Flaunt the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the earth But they're marching to Bastille Day La guillotine will claim her bloody prize Free the dungeons of the innocent The king will kneel, and let his kingdom rise Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace Naked fear on every face See them bow their heads to die As we would bow as they rode by And we're marching to Bastille Day La guillotine will claim her bloody prize Sing, o choirs of cacophony The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise. Lessons taught but never learned All around us anger burns Guide the future by the past Long ago the mould was cast For they marched up to Bastille Day La guillotine claimed her bloody prize Hear the echoes of the centuries Power isn't all that money buys |
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| 6. |
| 8:38 |
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I - At the Tobes of Hades
The tobes of hades lit by flickering torchlight The netherworld is gathered in the glare Prince By-tor takes the cavern to the north light The sign of Eth is rising in the air By-tor, Knight of darkness Centurion of evil Devil's prince II - Across the Styx Across the river Styx out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate The Snow Dog ermine glowing in the damp night Coal black eyes shimmering with hate By-tor and the Snow Dog Square for battle Let the fray begin III - Epilogue The battle's over and the dust is clearing Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell Rejoicing echoes as the dawn is nearing By-tor in defeat retreats to hell Snow Dog is victorious The land of the Overworld Is saved again Is saved again |
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| 7. |
| 4:22 |
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Know your place in life is where you want to be Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me Keep on looking forward, no use in looking 'round Hold your head above the crowd And they won't bring you down Anthem of the heart and anthem of the mind A funeral dirge for eyes gone blind We marvel after those who sought New wonders in the world Wonders in the world Wonders in the world They wrought Live for yourself There's no one else more worth living for Begging hands and bleeding hearts Will only cry out for more Well, I know they've always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet, it was for me, not you I came to write this song |
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| 8. |
| 2:51 |
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And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the artist Reflect it in their art Forge their creativity Closer to the Heart Philosophers and Ploughmen Each must know his part To sow a new mentality Closer to the Heart You can be the Captain I will draw the Chart Sailing into destiny Closer to the Heart |
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| 9. |
| 4:34 |
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I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a Temple Paper in the evening.
My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons. I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought I was happy. Then I found something that changed it all..." And the meek shall inherit the earth... |
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| 10. |
| 2:11 |
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We've taken care of everything
The words you read, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eye It's one for all and all for one We work together, common sons Never need to wonder how or why We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within these walls Look around this world we've made Equality, our stock in trade Come and join the brotherhood of man Oh, what a nice contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the red star proudly high in hand We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the priests of the temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within these walls |
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| 11. |
| 9:37 |
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Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get you. Ooh, sit down. I'm comin' out to find you. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! I've been gone so long I've lost count of the years. Well, I sang some sad songs, oh yes, and cried some bad tears. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', finding my way back home. Oh yeah! Yeah, oh yeah! Ooh, said I, I'm comin' back to look for you. Ooh, sit down. I'm goin' by the back door. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! You've done me no right, but you've done me some wrong. Left me lonely each night while I sing my sad song. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, whoa. Look out! I'm comin'. Whoa, yeah. I'm runnin', findin' my way back home. I'm comin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm runnin'. Whoa, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, mama. Said I'm runnin'. Ooh, babe, I said I'm comin' for you, babe. I said I'm runnin'. Ooh yes, babe, I said I'm comin' to get you, babe. I said I'm comin'. Ooh, yeah. I'm findin', I'm findin' my way back home. Well, I've had it for now, livin' on the road. Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah. Findin' my way! |
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| 12. |
| 3:22 |
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Why try? I know why This feeling inside me says It's time I was gone Clear head, new life ahead It's time I was king now Not just one more pawn Fly by night away from here Change my life again Fly by night, goodbye my dear My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend Moonrise, thoughtful eyes Staring back at me From the window beside No fright, or hind sight Leaving behind that empty feeling inside Start a new chapter, I find what I'm after Is changing every day The change of the seasons, enough of a reason To want to get away Quiet and pensive, my thoughts apprehensive The hours drift away Leaving my home land, playing a lone hand My life begins today Fly by night away from here Change my life again Fly by night, goodbye my dear My ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend |
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| 13. |
| 5:05 |
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Yeah, Oh Yeah !
Ooh, said I, I'm coming out to get you Ooh, said I, I'm coming out to find you Ooh, yeah. Ooh, yeah - Findin' my way! I've been gone so long I've lost count of the years Well, I sang some sad songs Oh yes, and cried some bad tears Look out! I'm comin' Whoa, whoa Look out! I'm comin' Whoa, yeah I'm runnin', finding my way back home Oh yeah! I'm comin' Ooh babe, I said I'm runnin' Whoa babe, I said I'm comin' To get you mama, said I'm runnin' Ooh babe, I said I'm comin' For you babe, I said I'm runnin' Ooh yes babe, I said I'm comin' To get you babe, I said I'm comin' Ooh yeah, I'm findin' my way back home Well, I've had it for now Livin' on the road Ooh, Yeah. Ooh, Yeah. Findin' my way ! |
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| 14. |
| 7:12 |
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I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' Yes, I'm workin' all the time It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man I get home at five o'clock And I take myself out a nice, cold beer Always seem to be wonderin' why There's nothin' goin' down here It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man Yeah, they call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am |
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| 5:37 |
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Big money goes around the world
Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people around Sometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plug It's the power and the glory It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towers Sometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway Lock you underground It's that old-time religion it's the kingdom they would rule It's the fool on television Getting paid to play the fool Big money goes around the world Big money give and take Big money done a power of good Big money make mistakes Big money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul |
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| 2. |
| 6:09 |
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My uncle has a country place, that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm, before the Motor Law On Sundays I elude the Eyes, And hop the turbine freight To far outside the Wire, where my white-haired uncle waits Jump to the ground As the turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind, As excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me, an old machine - For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris, that hides the shining car A brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime ... Wind in my hair - Shifting and drifting - Mechanical music - Adrenaline surge - Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots toward me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded At the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle At the fireside ... |
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| 3. |
| 5:34 |
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Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Chorus (Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... Chorus |
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| 4. |
| 5:09 |
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I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath, Before I start off again Driven on, Without a moment to spend To pass an evening With a drink and a friend I let my skin get too thin I'd like to pause, No matter what I pretend Like some pilgrim Who learns to transcend Learns to live As if each step was the end Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now Time stand still See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Experience slips away... Experience slips away... Time stand still I turn my face to the sun I close my eyes I let my defenses down All those wounds That I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause If I could slow it all down Like some captain, Whose ship runs aground I can wait until the tide comes around Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now Time stand still See more of the people And the places that surround me Now Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Make each impression A little bit stronger Freeze this moment A little bit longer The innocence slips away... The innocence slips away... Time stand still Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Summer's going fast The nights growing colder Children growing up Old friends growing older Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Experience slips away... Experience slips away... The innocence slips away |
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| 5. |
| 5:54 |
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So many things I think about
When I look far away Things I know - things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone - Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night Escape the light of day Mystic rhythms - under northern lights Or the African Sun Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Nature seems to spin A supernatural way Mystic rhythms - under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers And we wonder what they are We feel the push and pull Of restless rhythms from afar |
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| 6. |
| 4:48 |
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A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart Chorus You move me You move me With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me You move me Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me You call me The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears Like the music of the spheres The boy lies in the grass, unmoving Staring at the sky His mother starts to call him As a hawk goes soaring by The boy pulls down his baseball cap And covers up his eyes Chorus Too many hands on my time Too many feelings Too many things on my mind When I leave I don't know What I'm hoping to find When I leave I don't know What I'm leaving behind... |
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| 7. |
| 4:58 |
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An ill wind comes arising
Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes on difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolute Absalom, Absalom, Absalom |
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| 8. |
| 6:10 |
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It's not how fast you can go
The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than just simple greed More than just a finish line Must feed this burning need - In the long run... From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light That gets in your eyes One moment's high And glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightening That flashes and fades In the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark - In the long run... You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance - First you've got to last |
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| 9. |
| 5:00 |
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One humanoid escapee
One android on the run Seeking freedom beneath a lonely desert sun Trying to change its program Trying to change the mode -- crack the code Images conflicting into data overload 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 S.O.S 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 In distress 1-0-0-1-0-0 Memory banks unloading Bytes break into bits Unit One's in trouble and it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down A struggle to exist -- to resist A pulse of dying power in a clenching plastic fist... It replays each of the days A hundred years of routines Bows its head and prays To the mother of all machines... |
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| 10. |
| 5:18 |
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Hold your fire-
Keep it burning bright Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission I hear their passionate music Read the words that touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct- I wish I had that drive Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire focussed high on soaring ambitions consumed in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possesion- A slave to the drive of obsession- A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission I watch their images flicker Bringing life to a lifeless screen I walk through their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams But dreams dont need to have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action Pride turns on the drive Its cold comfort To the ones without it To know How they struggled How they suffered about it If their lives were exotic and strange They would likely have gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission |
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| 4:20 |
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Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role, Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fisheye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage |
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| 5:10 |
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All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves Is stay alive... Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence Until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal- A heart that cannot feel- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow- We'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger-too weak to cry I hear the sound of gunfire At the prison gate Are the liberators here- Do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother-it's too late But I must help my mother Stand up straight... Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings To survive |
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| 13. |
| 3:42 |
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He's a rebel and a runner
He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it - He's a New World man... He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World man Trying to pave the way for the Third World man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it - He's a New World man |
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| 14. |
| 4:34 |
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A modern day warrior Mean mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events - The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist - Catch the myth Catch the mystery - Catch the drift The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent - But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness - Catch the wit Catch the spirit - Catch the spit The world is the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you The energy you trade He gets right on to The friction of the day |
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| 15. |
| 4:32 |
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Tough times demand tough talk
demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide Be vain and smart, humble and dumb We can hit and miss like pride We can circle around like hurricanes Dance and dream like lovers Attack the day like birds of prey Or scavengers under cover Look in to the eye of the storm Look out for the force without form Look around at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around We can move with savage grace To the rhythms of the night Cool and remote like dancing girls In the heat of the beat and the lights We can wear the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist the world and ride the wind Look in look the storm in the eye Look out to the sea and the sky Look around at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around |
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