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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
We all can lean on figures and crutches
It's such an easy thing to do When you're so unaware We all can change our tegument's function Replace the outer shell With something more neoteric We all can lean on figures and crutches A busy wife-child losing all her selfish memory We only lean on figures and crutches Become a child and plastic surgeon Let her go Yelled the occupied pharaohs A lucky soul Who just so happened to break out She took the corner way And in the event of that The normal result should fail... (CHORUS): If you won't blink at me, I'm coming If you want to be something new, I'm coming If you won't blink at me, I'm coming And I won't breathe at all Until you blink at me, I'm coming If you want to be something new, I'm coming If you won't blink at me, I'm coming And I won't breathe until We can all lean on figures and crutches The politburos will expect their free lunches And all the prison guards rely on their hunches But we're assured of the existence of a better way We can all lean on figures and crutches Replace our hearts, and (CHORUS) You're strolling down the pavement (CHORUS) [Last line]: And I won't breathe at all |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
Facts based on Einstein and his followers
This had to work, he was an educated man All the equations were perfectly arranged So he could have a front-row seat now And your conscience is low And your conscience is Burning a path for us to share Clothes draped on silos near the Emperor's gate now And your conscience is low Conscience is low But he couldn't find another way He searched for years but yet he couldn't find the answer A bleeding afterbirth of what was done Still lurked in shadows and appeared in every corner Give me a call, give me a call Give me a call so I can teach you a lesson Give me a call, give me a call Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay And your conscience is low Conscience is low Ninety nine Two hundred and five Pyrite Trickles down the spines of those without their enemies Real or not, the spine still tingles it So predictable but I hope you're that aware That people will notice this forgery And your conscience is low Conscience is low But he couldn't find another way (Give me a call) He searched for years but yet he couldn't find the answer Give me a call, give me a call Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay And your conscience is low Conscience is low |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
The time is never a healer
You view the hourglass in this light In a portent of removing logic You took my head and built a supermarket on it Digging while dusk still showed And the marching band was just another fucking mirage Or a car key, a car key to help us flee the hole In a pretense of inducing vomit You took my head and built a supermarket on it Trying to keep it low A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain Across the edge of fratricide A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain Until I've got nowhere to hide, hide, hide In the heart of the base machine You can entertain yourself Entertain what you know And it came, and it blew out my fucking brain Uncandescently take the best of me Turn me into a child I'll try to take it, hide into you Don't try to take it and watch it surround I'll try to take it, hide into you Lord, protect me from the violence Oh, my darling The time, it's a fickle thing Through days, months and minutes We forget how to sing A skyline envelopes the east And western misfortune is freely erased A truncation of Caesar's might We came, we saw, we set up our lives To beg, to cheat, to lie, to steal The parts of you that make up the forgotten sides Give me a wall Give me a wall Give me a wall A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain Across the edge of fratricide A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain Until I've got nowhere to hide, hide, hide A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain Across the edge of fratricide A shattered ghoul, you hurl the mountain Until I've got nowhere to hide, hide, hide |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
Hailed brilliant, another combination
I'm assured that it's not your care Hailed brilliant, another conversation But they couldn't touch your Hemingway But they can't distort our love again But they can't distort our love again And the failure of the Nile to provide a modern life Was the excuse that you'd waited for And the failure of the Nile to distinguish black from white Was enough to break your bows and arrows Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost, lost, lost in a sea of conjuncture Lost and you're on your way And the failure of the Nile to provide a modern life Was the excuse that you'd waited for And the failure of the Nile to distinguish black from white Was enough to break your bows and arrows Hailed brilliant, another combination I'm assured that it's not your care Hailed brilliant, another conversation But they couldn't touch your Hemingway Juncture Juncture And the failure of the Nile to provide a modern life Was the excuse that you'd waited for And the failure of the Nile to distinguish wrong from right Was enough to break your bows and arrows down To the earth, to the ground |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
Ancient sore oculi
Couldn't see the change But blissful lights still happen Through the darkest days She strokes her hair In the bathroom sink It lost volume It lost the will to give I gave up On falling asleep As the hands began To shove Before you've even seen it The old horizon's gone Another recollection Of the blind, deaf summer sun But eyes are not the be all And end all of the west The east may hold a pair now But maybe just address The doubts you have There's no great rush To make this change She showed some sense some time ago When she was happy She thought that this would make her happier I've told you for the fifth time I've told you for the twelfth I'll give up just when you will You better warn yourself You'll get left back In the cold and rain And now and again Balancing your roles I see you get bogged down And though you say, it's not good Your life still lingers on And so now, little gosling Don't become a swan I tried to be so special And I thought, I was alone I wanted to be special But I failed us all So please, now Please just trust me Your life still lingers on And so now, little gosling Don't become a swan |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
Lecher, apologize, be sorry
Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher Slow is the night That wipes the tears from your eyes Lecher, apologize, be sorry Jurassic Park your husk in the burning Bed of mess you laid Bleeding conscience knows Lecher, apologize, be sorry Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher Lecher, apologize, be sorry Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher Bleeding conscience left you slow Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your heart's on fire Your eyeball's inflamed And your arm's incinerated Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your mouth's excited Your body's entwined And your tongue's incarcerated Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know That your heart's on fire Your body's entwined And your arm's incinerated Lie to the tracker, lie to the tracker Lie to the tracker, let him know I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns Wondering just what you looked like so long ago I sit astride your rough-fed cigarette burns Begging with you, pleading you to know Lecher, apologize, be sorry Apologize for you wouldn't want to be a lecher Lecher, do not deny your body The right to choose its form and corneal function Bleeding closer helped you know |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
Time to fall asleep
And take the fractions of emotions That still litter your stale dreams like barley I'm falling asleep I'll bear this broken down cross with you Piece it together like you wanted me to I'll protect your sense of right I'll dissect your senses till you find me. I'm hurting myself If the value won't depreciate Appreciate it somewhere else Leave me on the shelf And though it still hurt to say You always said that you wanted it that way I'll protect your sense of right I'll dissect your senses till you find me. And it's another obsidian bloodbath But don't lie When you said the alps never would grow flat You called out wolf too many times. It's hard to save a life When the dreams you enter fracture through A million and one reflections But tonight I'm saving a life Through the hissing of watches and the ticking of clocks I'll show the hours my open palm I'll protect your sense of right I'll dissect your senses till you find me. I'm falling asleep (x6) I'll protect your sense of right I'll dissect your senses till you find me. And it's another obsidian bloodbath But don't lie When you said the alps never would grow flat You called out wolf too many times Called out wolf too many times. |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
I can't read sin for what it's like
Hold inside this silence, the odds are never fair And for all I've tried The names were stacked against it, amnesia never can Well, for the meantime, I'll hose it down And though it needs it, you'll still remain An electric slave, an invisible name Eludes this search, navigates these struts And electric stairs, and this arctic haze Will never prepare, will never prepare For slow arms, enervated nerves And a cross-stitched face that spits your one true name Maybe I'm scared and I'll slight your enemies Smite your enemies down But this one track mind will only find Can only find and Sepiata knew That maybe I'm scared One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten And as quick as lightning The ancient flesh was reconstructed Cigarette burns and all, angina calls And the fearless pressure, and the threat of litigation Reconstructed, cigarette burns and all, a lucky all In the meanwhile watch your keystone falling Cigarette burns and all, a lucky all One, two, three, four One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten One, two, three, four One, two, three, four, five Six, seven, eight, nine, ten Lease your car but don't avoid the celebration comet Lease your car but don't avoid the celebration comet Slice your camel back and know in the meantime Lease your car but don't avoid the celebration comet Slice your camel back and know in the meantime One, two, three, four Lease your car but don't avoid the celebration comet Give me a wall, bury that wall and lose control Lease your car but don't avoid the celebration comet Trying to find a wall to look at you all Lease your car but don't avoid the celebration comet Trying to find a wall to look at you all One, two, three, four One, two, three, four |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
Bring that Jolly Roger on home
Bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly Oh, bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly People might say that you're always sleeping But you leave with your point of view Do you think you would it take a disaster To make people see, I do Right at the core, right at the core Do you leave? No Right at the core, right at the core Do you leave? I'm a funeral pyre But bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly What is it something about you can't say? What is it something about you can't say? What is it that you can't say? Bring that Jolly People might say that you're always sleeping But you leave with your point of view Do you think you would it take a disaster To make people see, I do Right at the core, right at the core Do you leave? No Right at the core, right at the core Do you leave? No Down to the city underneath The conscious areas of mind But I hope you have the time To realize that you're alive I know I know I know So people might say that you're always sleeping But you leave with your point of view Do you think you would it take a disaster To make people see, I do Right at the core, right at the core Do you leave? No Right at the core, twisted and raw Do you leave? No Bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly Roger on home Bring that Jolly Roger on home Yes, I know you're not alone |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
The medicine for your bleeding forehead
Could be the the meteor that forecasts all your problems And if you care to view the open planned solutions You'll see a cross hair 'round you Don't be asleep when the dreams are forecast Don't be awake when all the silence turns to golden Pieces of a melody all carved from Fallen nuggets of Fe2 plus S2 I saw the light, it's magnified By all the lenses made of tears you cried Not black or white, not rich or sour It's hard to tell between the minutes, hours Or days betwixt your million failings A lonely candle can't propel the light Between the walls of diseased attraction When all that clings to them is glutinous help One in a million was the chance we had Put yourself down Walk away, walk away You can't escape from the guns that you praised You can't describe the feelings you hide And the message is clear from the solar complexsus You can't describe the feelings you hide Another corner can't be carved in the tunnel As the mountain's falling down Sap bleeds from the belly of the tree As the niche is carved it falls down Another corner can't be carved in the tunnel As the mountain's falling down I saw the light, it's magnified By all the lenses made of tears you cried Don't fall apart, stay tied at least Just keep a diagram of all your seams Please don't forget that the mind is lethargic And store the diagram in perfect time Take great pains to avoid all of the sand that trickles Through the fingers of your head and poisons your mind Give me a wall A shattered ghoul, you'll hurl the mountain Across the edge of fratricide A shattered ghoul, you'll hurl the mountain Until I've got nowhere to hide, hide, hide A shattered ghoul A shattered ghoul, you'll hurl the mountain Across the edge of fratricide, of fratricide A shattered ghoul, you'll hurl the mountain Until I've got nowhere to hide, hide, hide A shattered ghoul, you'll hurl the mountain Across the edge of fratricide |
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from Forward Russia - Give Me A Wall (2006)
Quit making faces at the one I love
These errant tightropes that you're thinkin' of Can't be undone the instant that they're set Above this scorched and torrid hallowed ground Or so they say in the city So they say in the sea Set your watch round the corner While they bleed I heard a rumor that you lost your job Was it just hearsay or of factual ground? This tightrope's set now there's no going back To Sepiata and the Plastic Surgeons with Pineapple cones bleaching your bones Pineapple cones bleaching your bones Pineapple cones They came on the crest of a wave The cusp of Equinox today but they'll surely go This pillar of sleep orbited By thousands of delicate thoughts that will surely go These satellites fleeced at the door Comprised of the reason of years that will surely go As life flashes fitfully down This spirit so fitfully drowns A signal is sent from the core To bring all the satellites home, home, home, yeah A quart of the way A quart of the ghost still remains Tsunami that rip at the skin Anonymous wrenches of blame A great tidal wave Over the house on the hill The snakes are all burden with lead Plum bum dementia for them, just don't forget |
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