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| 2:52 | 
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[Performed by Gardner / Walsh / Manion]
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| 2. |
| 8:32 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:25 |
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One man's playing piano and one man's drooling on the floor <BR>And one man's making missiles 'cause he wants to prevent a world war <BR>One man's disadvantaged just because his skin is black <BR>And one man's children starve to death but not the idiot savants <BR>No - not the idiot savants <BR>No - it can never be the idiot savants <BR> <BR>One man O.D.'ed on New Year's Eve <BR>His dealer too happy to grieve <BR>One man killed and another held out (the idiot savants) <BR>Stupid wisdom is what this world's about. <BR> <BR>We're so wise -so knowing -so understanding <BR>The questions of life are so undemanding <BR> <BR>So we grope and we hope that we'll find an answer <BR>I must be an idiot or just one hell of a dancer <BR>This one sings like an angel but she can't tie her shoes <BR>But this one likes everybody -he just can't stand to hear the news <BR> <BR>So what if my cousin's on the street <BR>There's someone there to help him <BR>This one don't wanna take care of the other two (the idiot savant) <BR>'cause he's thinking of things he'd rather do <BR> <BR>One man O.D.'ed on New Year's Eve <BR>His dealer too happy to grieve <BR>One man killed and another held out (the idiot savants) <BR>Stupid wisdom is what this world's about <BR> <BR>This guy can't even write his name <BR>That lady thinks she's going insane <BR>This time I'll find another home <BR>Not so heavy 'cause I'd rather be alone...
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| 4. |
| 18:06 |
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Part I. "Youthful Enthusiasm" (Instrumental)
Part II. "Psych 101" Well a bad day fishin' is better than a good day at work But a bad day in paradise is a bad deal Let's say goodbye before we've ever met You're alone on the shore of cranium reef No one gets inside my head No one I'm a bad part of town on a bad stretch of road. I'm a bag of tricks in a balancing act I'm a battered heart and a bath of tears I'm no bank and no barrel of monkeys You're alone on the shore of cranium reef. No one gets inside my head No one You're a band of gypsies and a band of thieves Now you're burning in the sun and you've washed ashore Don't try "psych 101" on me - we've been there before I've got a cold embrace at the cranium reef Trust me you're all alone at the cranium reef Part III "Primal Defense" Heart and mind may disagree But I'm growing old Too far down the road to change now 'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side you're so much more than I care to find What is sacred? What is profane? Your approach is near and there's something I fear inside of you -reminding me like a mirror that shows My past that died long ago No closet full of skeletons Can bring me out here I've got a cold blank stare so don't wait I've got a colder embrace You're an Ivy League amateur "I mean no one comes in here ever" No one comes in here No one. No one. No one passes cranium reef Not even I can look at my grief Don't come to me pretending you're wise I am a man who can see what is real And is fear what is real? Stranded on cranium reef Alone with your thoughts you can drink with your grief You color your lies with a cool motif Stranded on cranium reef Lost at cranium reef At my coral barrier of disbelief You're a cold hard future with no relief Brutal reality at cranium reef I am a bitter pill to swallow I am a bittersweet memory You need me like a hole in the head Now show me that our "body" is real We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing can rebuild...no, no, no, no. I am a bitter pill to swallow I am a bittersweet memory You need me like a hole in the head Now show me that our "body" is real We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing can rebuild...no, no, no, no. Heart and mind may disagree But I'm growing old Too far down the road to change now 'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side you're so much more than I care to find... (repeat refrain) |
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| 5. |
| 2:08 |
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[Based upon J. S. Bach 1742 - Goldberg variation #1]
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| 6. |
| 4:14 |
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I am your high priest of selling
And I've got your sainthood covered - again I am a quick-change artist - at least But don't you forget I'm an instrument of good Your doctor Bullet proof alibis - I'm your doctor Social butterflies - I'm your doctor I'll bring you powerful allies -I'm your doctor I'm your high priest of selling - I'm your doctor I am your Indian chief or your head cook and bottle washer I'm what you need here 'cause I'm your doctor concoctor Take me for who I am - your sacrificial lamb "Follow -all they do is follow" (the people are sheep) "Don't know" - huddled indecisive (the people are sheep) (x2) Baa. Bullet proof alibis - I'm your doctor Social butterflies _ I'm your doctor I'll bring you powerful allies -I'm your doctor I'm your high priest of selling - I'm your doctor (repeat) |
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| 7. |
| 6:43 |
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Dredging the world of memory
Dank and dirty as darkness descends I can not see the moon tonight There's a mist upon the land - and it doesn't feel right Hush my child, I'll give you a clue - Be careful young friend The keeper is a prisoner too Well, I went with the riders of Nebadon To the battle of right and wrong But the sun has been down for a month now All the wrong that I've done... maybe I'll catch one Every bullet needs blood Every bullet needs blood Man's inhumanity or God's insanity Such a world as this - Planet prison or cosmic vision? We'll survive a sure fire miss... Who sells the bullets? - who sells the guns? Has the warden left for the rest of the day? Every bullet needs blood Every bullet needs blood Fire at will... Every bullet needs blood Hell to pay... Hush my child, I'll give you a clue - Be careful young friend The keeper is a prisoner too Father, give me a sanctuary Don't you see what they'll do to me? Father, Father please forgive me!!! Every bullet needs blood... Like a lamb I was led to the slaughter I had no choice but to fight I was played like a pawn There's blood in the water Every bullet needs blood... Every bullet needs blood (every bullet) You say love is the answer to everything Well, I've got my doubts you know Father, please forgive me... (x3) |
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| 8. |
| 3:12 |
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