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Noam
00:57
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2. |
Down the Slide
01:25
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Lying in the bedroom, ears shut to the cacophony as the media stirs on
the wire, "The drugs are not for free!" (They're not for free!)
Elected are all the officials who supply direction for you and me. The
courts have all appealed their cases. Down the slide. Down the
curviture of steels endless decline. This time they'll blame the lies
on you and I. A soaked sponge of suicide as the loaded syringe is in
its' final dive. This time the very lies are you an I. Faintly aware,
the system takes a dry vacation. The quintessential false alarm.
They're calling your bluff! This merry-go-roller coaster pleads a
revelation on this clear reality. They're in your television
screaming! Down the slide. Down the curviture of steels endless
decline. This time they'll blame the lies on you and I. A soaked
sponge of suicide as the loaded syringe is in its' final dive. This
time the very lies are you and I.
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3. |
Ready to Kill
02:36
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Taste, but only take a sip and lick the poison lips. Illusion are for
free. Eddy of confusion. Can't see my dichotomy. I'm splitting at the
seams. Point blank range in the dark. Am I ready to die cuz they're
ready to kill. Exhaling my own independence. The guests have drank the
wine. The blood has dried, but the wounds not healed. Dove head first
into shallow water. Now I've come too far to lose. Reciprocate my
youth. Dine on my sanity. Dazing, I think I see the shore. I'm really
not that sure. Well I gasp for air to breathe. Point blank range in
the dark. Am I ready to die cuz they're ready to kill. Exhaling my own
independence. The guests have drank the wine. The blood has dried, but
the wounds not healed. So I'm battling these changes. Out of the womb,
into the tomb, solace. Cynical child, arresting the wild that crept
into the night, a massacred fright, godless. The mirror is black and
I'm left somewhat sad. Keep wishing for a seed to cultivate my needs.
I think I'll never see............. Point blank range in the dark. Am
I ready to die cuz they're ready to kill. Exhaling my own
independence. The guests have drank the wine. The blood has dried, but
the wounds not healed. So I'm battling these changes at last.
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4. |
Silence
02:21
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Voices resonate the land. Like speaking in tongues, I just couldn't
understand them. Babbling of catastrophies, but from where I'm
sitting, it just hasn't affected me. It hasn't affected me! Colorful
world of silence! Tired of hearing of what's gone wrong. Seems to me
that this world can not have a colorless girl of silence. Angry words
with a latent regret. Damned to hear the stories that kept a shameful
reprieve so is everybody happy? The whispers turned to violent cries.
The louder they shouted the more their words died. Finally the noise
had stopped and why I'd noticed is that their mouths were open, but
they still had nothing to say. Colorful world of silence! Tired of
hearing of what;s gone wrong. Seems to me that this world can not have
a colorless girl of silence. Angry words witha latent regret. Damned
to hear the stories that kept a shameful reprieve so is everybody
happy?
Those aren't all of the lyrics to SILENCE. I have to listen to the
recording again to get the ending of the song because I wrote them a
few minutes before I recorded and I don't remmeber what they were.
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5. |
Breathe
02:33
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They tried to eradicate them. They tried to suffocate them. But they
were vexed by the big turn out. The crowds demand for bread. Shots
were fired, eleven dropped dead. Ensuing riots by the "left-outs".
Will you just breathe tonight? This world is set afire. The leaders
and the liars entombed. Will you just breathe tonight? Impoverished
alliance, yet driven by defiance in bloom. Will you just breathe
tonight? Surprising opposition. Their rights discord amendments. A
useful tool prey on officials. A practical persuasion. Politicians
coin their phrases. Nobody is getting out of here now! Will you just
breathe tonight? This world is set afire. The leaders and the liars
entombed. Will you just breathe tonight? Impoverished alliance, yet
driven by defiance so soon. Will you just breathe tonight? Is
everybody dying so soon? And the shores of California never wash the
words away. And I feel compelled to assert myself. There's so much on
my plate! And to see their shiny emblems. They're so virulent. And
their souls come down, voices drown, and just moments away...... From
their bloodshot beating eyes, the sight of their fields that are
burning bright.
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6. |
Robber Barons & Rebels
01:05
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Workers slave for less, the pigs feed on their greed. Pompous laugh,
inept, they boast triumphantly. Maybe they're the lucky ones or maybe
they can't see that their world has a virus and the virus has become
me. Names on signs, aristocrats behind their desks. Playing host to
nepotism. Am I fucking impressed. Maybe they're the lucky ones or
maybe they can't see that their world has a virus and the virus has
become me. They tried to run. They tried to run, staring down the
barrel of a gun. They'll take the money as the fuckers run and hide!
Run and hide. Lets Go!
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7. |
Where do the Ashes Fall?
01:04
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And where do the ashes fall when the sun sets ablaze my sullen heart?
Beyond the hills, I can still hear them singing but I just can't go
back cuz you were too lovely. So who are the actors playing? And whose
fictitious lives to they share. A perilous game. I'll put hope on
tomorrow, it could make a difference. Lets pose for this candid shot.
Flash a sympathy smile that holds no reason. The city lights
illuminate the skylines, but I just can't find you and hope begins to
fail me. The rain began to pour down on me. I've played the game, but
have I yet? Again I choose to put hope on tomorrow, it's just gotta
make a difference. Blankets of wool have blinded me. I'm reaching my
hands out to feel. I'm hoping to touch what is real!
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8. |
Deserted Wolves
02:23
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What would you say? I just wouldn't say, my voice wouldn't be heard at
all. Why would I try? I just got to try to start pulling the bricks
from the wall. Volition is my one dissent. Exercise my right to defy.
Power comes from more than money.So let the rich decay. Leering
delight, vultures pick their flight and prey on the weak, naive minds.
But Zinn, Emerson and books of "ologies", they render ideas and
thoughts. Deserted and disenfranchised, welcome my creatures of the
night. All the wolves will come back to me. I'll let them out to play.
Break down the line. I stumble on, but still I push on. Stand, but
don't divide. I'll speak my mind until my dying day. Assertive and
more are right behind me. It's a cycle of life we repeat. So when
dream does it come back empty? It's up to us to find a way. Break down
the line. I stumble on, but still I push on. Stand, but don't divide.
It's all my life and I'm still trying. I'm not a product and I won't
sell my soul to you! That I know is so true. Break down the line. I'll
voice my mind until my dying day!
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9. |
A Fabled Misery
02:38
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Like a martyr greets his death. Like a maiden meets her knight. Like
rose petals in the sand. An opinionated night. We were minutes from
the signs. Exhuming love from the grave, a sacred heir to eternal
hate. And the story begins on the life that never was. And the story
begins changing and so is the authors pain. And the photos collect
dust, it's like it never was. And the story begins fading, it's not
quite the misery. Like the television glow. Like the waking morning
steps. Repeating the same old scenes, an american sad dream. Still
just minutes from the signs. Exhuming love from the grave, a sacred
heir to eternal hate. And the story begins on the life that never was.
And the story begins changing and so is the authors pain. And the
photos collect dust, it's like it never was. And the story begins
fading, it's not what you want, but then how will you get there.
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10. |
Bleeding Tears
03:08
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Don't try and bring me back, hero. I'm far to gone for this ride
along, I'm just stuck in the afternoon. The vipers tongue that chokes
my prayers, well is the fear gone cuz hope hangs on and I'm still
standing here. So God help heal this hollow soul. This time I would
rather die than settling unused. This broken boy is far from home.
Here lies sympathetic eyes that are tortured and abused. Sailing
through these open waters. I was sailing, but the waves grew stronger,
but I wasn't giving up. I won't turn away. These bleeding tears run
down my face. The black and white was left behind the artificial
lullaby. Was I still crying? But I just couldn't hear your name. The
trail of these bleeding tears, you see, you and I could be the beauty
in it all. The people chant in harmony. Three cheers. Rectify me dear
cuz I'm slowly killing me. Sailing through these open waters. I was
sailing, but the waves grew stronger, but I wasn't giving up. I won't
turn away. These bleeding tears run down my face. The ship has sailed
away and my spirit is now left lifeless, but has it gone away. Cuz God
could heal this hollow soul, but I would rather die than settling
unused cuz there's so much I could do.
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11. |
Blisters
02:49
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The elements, (NOTHING) the spent resources are an index of the past.
These blistered hands. Black wooden crosses are erected in the sand.
Clinical embellishings. No constant miracles, the earth begins to die,
evokes denial. Like soldiers in a battlefield, they're taking lives
unjust and it's no surprise. The beast survives. The other day,
(MURDER) I saw people marching with coffins draped with the flag.
Election day, we'll vote for the rich man who throws his bullshit as
far as he can. A fair diplomacy. No constant miracles to prove, the
earth begins to die, evokes denial. Like soldiers in a battlefield,
they're taking lives unjust and it's no surprise. The beast survives.
Is anybody listening?
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12. |
Last Verse
03:48
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Where do all my demons play? They seem to dance in the fire, ululate
defiantly. A schism, a fool deceived, but have the shadows of reason
finally planted a seed, sown? But in the letter you wrote me you spoke
of revolting, regale me with conceptual lies. With the falling of
wisdom, was truth not a symptom, I sure enough found a disguise. The
fear's inside. Open the sky!! When we die, will we see this holy
place? It's a roll of the dice, a design to continue doubting grace. I
raise my hands to the sky and I cry as the tears roll down my face. I
can't pretend, I know there's an end cuz I've got questions. Deception
had filled my cup, but the fingerprints on them was from Judas' touch.
Betrayal was all I needed to just say fuck it all and let these wings
just take me away from prosaic rooms with no windows. I'm faithing on
symbols and lonliness passes on by. I heard the calling of wisdom, but
I wouldn't listen. I sure enough found a disguise. The fear's inside.
Open the sky!! When we die will we see this holy palce. It's a roll of
the dice, a design to continue doubting grace. I raise my handds to
the sky and I cry as the tears roll down my face. I can't pretend, I
know there's and end cuz I've got questions. The clouds bitterly hide
the sun. The light is fading quickly. Surrounding blue skies have
turned grey, a perfect theme for atrophy. I have put the blame all on
me. It's nobodys fault, but mine. Clutch rosary, it's won't save your
life, swing from the gallows, is this what my life has become?
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13. |
Autumns Loss
03:22
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How frequently do we fall from the tree? When summers gone and autumn
calls, the leaves are falling and the seasons in flight. The vinyl
seeds of narcolepsy have slipped in my drink, I think I'm asleep cuz
this nightmare is awakening. Neuron synapse throughout the brain,
fabricating chemical lies. Dormant or a malignant state, rivalry, I
find the words to say. Save me! The painting of my pain. It's all I've
got, but at what cost until something hears me say, "Save me"! This
shell of disbelief where ravens fly and doves die and the rest drift
out to sea. I awoke when the clock spoke. This valium induced coma
reduced memories to a fading blueprint that I could read or remotely
construe. This autumn song and the winters in view, another season, am
I feeling all right? Neuron synapses throughout the brain,
fabricatring chemical lies. Dormant or a malignant state, rivalry, I
find the words to say. Save me! The painting of my pain. It's all I've
got, but at what cost until something hears me say, "Save me"! This
shell of disbelief where ravens fly and doves die and the rest drift
out to sea. The trees have lost their leaves and I am facing the
night. I feel a blissful breeze, but I am torn in my mind. Like a
killers disease, compulsiveness not defined. It's getting tough to be.
I need some shelter from this storm.
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14. |
Following the Falling
10:59
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Never seemed to avoid situations of danger. Never seemed to care if I
had lived or died. Can I turn this rust to dust and trust again? This
portrait of a man wants nothing more than to treasure......Meanigful
Life with purpose and production. As long as I'm breathing and I'm
under blue skies, I'll serve a Meaningful Life. Not jaded, fake
rebellion, circus, paradoxicalness, shaped within their minds. They're
so blind. Staggered down the alleys like my predecessors. Words that
they dictated were immortalized. Can we try again my friend or is this
the end? The world has shut the door so does it fit your equation.
Meaningful Life with purpose and production. As long as I'm breathing
and I'm under blue skies, I'll serve a Meaningful Life. Not jaded,
fake rebellion, circus, paradoxicalness, shaped within their minds.
They're so blind. Jot down such peculiar nothings, aiming at the air,
a shot, a miss. Blacked out by a brewing something, unceasingly it all
persists. Other words and other phrases, a bittersweet protagonist.
Falling back to the earth. A gated cemetary. It's all too quick! Well,
it's all too quick. Abuse, abrazions, violence. And now the sea is
torrent. There was few who knew that I was drowning. I was drowning. I
was drowning. Abuse, abrazions, violence. And now the was torrent.
There was few who knew that I was drowning. I was drowning. So I
barely made this escape, learn to swim, direction redefined. So I
barely made this escape, learn to swim, direction redefined!
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