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Run through forests on a hot Summer day
Trying to break down walls of numbing pain Give me the freedom to destroy Give me radioactive toy Taste the water from a stream of running death Eat the apple and cough a dying breath Feel the sun burning through your black skin Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day Spit the dirt out and try to say... |
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The butterfly sailed on the breeze
Past a field of barbed wire trees Where golden dragons chased around Pampered poppies on the ground Two silver trout sat way on high And watched a royal samurai Plant two black orchids in a box And strap it to a laughing fox A minstrel bought a crooked spoon He gave it to a blue baboon Who filled it full of virgin snow And watched it in the afterglow Fat toad stood in his ballet shoes Teaching sixteen kangaroos How to skip across a lake They found it hard to stay awake A pharaoh played a merry tune And watched nine cats dance on the moon I didn't know what all this meant I didn't know why I'd been sent. The Insignificance version of Nine Cats has the following additional verse at the end: I threw 5 clocks down on my bed The chimes danced out on golden threads And turned to footprints on my wall Sequined tears began to fall |
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I'm sitting in the concrete
I'm listening for a heartbeat I'm sitting in the painting I promised I'd be waiting I'm sitting in the window I'm listening to the wind blow I'm sitting in an hour glass I'm waiting for the march past I'm sitting in the doorway I'm wishing for a new day I'm choking in the landscape I'm cutting through the red tape I'm sitting in the concrete I'm listening for a heartbeat And the joke has crossed the line And the final word is mine And the mist has touched the wood And the words are understood And the sand has drifted high And the blind man gave a cry And the swallows dance above the sun And the swallows dance above the sun Yeah I'm sitting on the ceiling I had to know the feeling I'm sitting in the shelter I'm going down helter skelter I'm sitting in the concrete I'm listening for a heartbeat Every time I turn around There's another face watching me Every time I turn around There's another voice calling me Every time I turn around There's another fool reading me Every time I turn around There's another silence drowning me |
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A Caterpillar crawled to me one day and said
"Oh what the hell goes on inside your swollen head? I don't believe that you can see as much as I Now close your eyes and tell me what do you say?" "I watched nine cats dance on the moon A flamingo stalked into my room It bowed its head to me and knelt To reveal the cards it had dealt An ace, three jacks, two queens, four kings Then turned them into burning rings The flames jumped out and chased four mice Caught by their tails they turned to ice A cloud appeared outside my door And through the window saw four more And on the back of each cloud sat Two rainbow smiles in wizard's hats They threw five clocks down on my bed The chimes danced out on golden threads And turned to footprints on my wall Sequined tears began to fall" The caterpillar gasped at me and said "My god if that's what's going on inside your head You can see so much more than I I think it's time to turn into a butterfly." |
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*narration*
This remarkable sometimes incoherent transcript, illustrates a phantasmagoria of fear, terror, grief, exultation and finally breakdown. The highlights have been compressed on this recording to make their own disquieting points. The time is 9:30 P.M. One hour after the participants have eaten sugar cubes saturated with LSD. We hear Brian and his fellow travelers observing their gradual transformation. Brian has been amusing his friends by chewing on some plastic flashbulbs. Brian's mood is gradually changing. He orders all of his friends into another room and closes the door. He sits alone on the wooden floor, visible only by the dim light shining from the bathroom. He talks to himself. The time is now 1:00 A.M. Brian is unable to snap his fingers, and terminate the trip which continues. He sobs, as his joy turns to fear. Brian's rocky journey ended twelve hours after it so innocently has begin. He was shattered by it. This young man never had a bummer, in some thirty-three LSD trips. Everyone of them was a delight, everthing under control. He only needed to snap his fingers and down he came, anytime. But on Voyage 34 he finally met himself coming down an up staircase and the encounter was crushing. |
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Phantoms
I look at all the sad story people Lost in the seasons passing them by Inside my head lies a life on an island Flooded with darkness deep into the sky But they're only the strangers on a train Passing through my mind again and again But it's lonely to stand in this heat Deep in the woods who knows who you'll meet But I didn't know the hill would be the steep And I didn't know the sea would be this deep And I'm sorry I treat you this way Deep inside the shell I crawl into Crying alone I know I'll get by Please stay away I just don't want to see you The things that you say I know they're all lies But I don't understand what the story's about Explain to me please how the sunlight got out Please don't leave me here Dreaming alone with phantoms |
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Sleep until the colours dissolve
Leave the dream to rain-soak forever In blessed moments viewed from trains of half-truths Monuments burn into moments Up into other worlds, other ascensions Without deep sorrow to endure Black Sunday of sleep Open for small angel escapes Moved by buildings to tears They weep in the rain Am I at home? Am I in heaven? Gentle Architecture Black Sunday of sleep Open for small angel escapes Moved by buildings to tears They weep in the rain |
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I sat in the room with a view
The girl in the photograph knew Can't you see? Why is she laughing at me? I stumbled through the dark unaware The face in the hall isn't there Tomorrow has gone Where do the voices come from? Watching the leaves as they blew Lost in the room with a view Climb the walls You did not know me at all I fell through a hole in the floor The audience cried out for more Fadeaway It's just another day Hit heaven far too high. |
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The moon shook
And curled up like gentle fire The ocean glazed And melted wire Voices buzzed In spiral eyes Stars dived In blinding skies Stars die Blinding skies Tree cracked And mountain cried Bridges broke And window sighed Cells grew up And rivers burst Sound obscured And sense reversed Stars die Blinding skies "Hello, Neil and Buzz. I'm talking to you by telephone from the Oval Room at the White House, And this certainly has to be the most historic telephone call ever made from the White House. I just can't tell you how proud we all are of what you have done. For every American, this has to be the proudest day of our lives. Because of what you have done, the heavens have become a part of man's world. And as you talk to us from the Sea of Tranquility, it inspires us to redouble our efforts to bring peace and tranquility to Earth." Idle mind And severed soul Silent nerves And begging bowl Shallow haze To blast a way Hyper sleep To end the day Stars die Blinding skies |
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Come together men of wood
Burning sunsets where you stood Like three hats lying in the snow There's nowhere left for you to go Light escaping through the door Leaking pain across the floor There's nothing more for me to say Men of wood turn white to grey Sweet men of wood Men of wood Where you stood An old man sitting beside the pier Prepared himself to disappear He raised his head for one last look Then closed his eyes and left the book Sweet men of wood |
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[Written by Steven Wilson]
Waiting... to be born again Wanting... the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Nothing is what I feel Waiting... for the drugs to make it real Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away Waiting... to be disciplined Aching... for your nails across my skin Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away |
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I cross the city backwards
There's a lot of soul to find A million ways to loose control I've got colourflow in mind I find a safer haven And get myself a line Feel the urge to climb the walls I've got colourflow in mind Turn on, tune in, shut down It's a way to pass the time Check out of my braincell again I've got colourflow in mind |
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Modem load and failsafe
Electric teenage dust Hit the solvent keypad Start the neural rust Power on the highway Data in my head Surfing on the network Part of me is dead Every Home is Wired Swimming in the circuit Somebody has expired This world will be the future Every home is wired |
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Telepath Carbon trapped under stone
Brother mother pale body is thrown Only way I know to have fun Fill up my blood, my veins, my lungs ESP city - rainy and blue Burn down this town, I give it to you Aero shallow, photograph blind Stage fright, black light, coma divine No sense of time Sever tomorrow Exitless mind - ESP Sever tomorrow School out invective, losing my voice Film shredding on in multiple choice America calls, I must go Oprah saviour, I feel that low |
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Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme
Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream I try to relax but its warmer outside I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide This has become a full time career To die young would take only 21 years Gun down a school or blow up a car The media circus will make you a star Dark matter flowing out on to a tape Is only as loud as the silence it breaks Most things decay in a matter of days The product is sold the memory fades Crushed like a rose In the river flow I am I know |
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