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One more young writer slid away in the night
Over the border he will drown in light Hold it - wait a minute I can't read my writing, my own writing! Like tiny insects in the palm of history A domino effect in a cloud ofmystery My writing is an iron fist In a glove full of vaseline Dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident Courting disaster we ran in the night Wings of an angel torn in flight Check it - verify it It's all here in writing, down in writing! At the hands of the press And in the eyes of the government I fell from grace I too became a dissident Like tiny insects in the palm of history A domino effect and an early end to this story My writing is an iron fist in a glove full of vaseline But dip the fuse in the kerosene I too become a dissident. |
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| 2. |
| 6:41 |
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The Earth can be any shape you want it
Any shape at all Dark and cold or bright and warm Long or thin or small But it's home and all I ever had And maybe why for me the Earth is flat Friends have often asked me why I'm sensitive about my height I would look around and say Hmm, I thought I was immune All my life I have waited to be given any word It was screaming to be heard Please remember... The Earth can be any shape you want it Any shape at all Dark and cold or bright and warm Long or thin or small But it's home and all I ever had and maybe why for me the Earth is flat Turn the island to the storm tonight Then when they spill the demon seed Turn and face into the wind All along you still believed Believed you were immune And if love is all you're missing Look into your heart Is anybody home ? Please remember ... The Earth can be any shape you want it Any in the world But don't you point that raygun at me I might just explode There are stones buried in your soul And only a fool would blame the death of rock and roll, uyeah And in time you'll come to understand The flat old Earth is in your gentle hands |
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| 3. |
| 5:33 |
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Miller time at the bar where all the English meet
She used to drink in the hills Only now she drinks in the valleys Where every road has a name like Beachwood Avenue or so it seems A Croydon girl could really hope to find a home But with a thousand miles of real estate to choose from You begin to see the value of your freedom... The moon is bright in the haze above old Hollywood And deer look down from the hills And it's three o'clock in the morning Pill in hand you can hear his golden surfer voice Crying out, mummy won't come out of the bathroom And you'd hoped he'd say he's sorry if he hit you but he's buried in the screenplay of his feature Screen kiss, one screen kiss Straight from a film I forget who was in Screen kiss, one screen kiss Blue filter lens, a pool of vaseline But all the rushes look the same Only there's a movie I wouldn't pay to see again If it's the one with him in You and I could be a mile above the earth tremors Hold to me and we'll climb You could sneak out while he's sleeping Suicide in the hills above old Hollywood Is never gonna change the world Change the world overnight Any more than the invention of the six-gun - child Any more than the discovery of Radium, Or California tipping in the ocean Screen kiss, one screen kiss ... |
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| 4. |
| 5:19 |
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Keith was the sole inhabitant
Keith was the sole inhabitant Keith woke beside the fountain From his dreams of china mountains Far from the clatter of these autobanks That keep chucking up money! It turned into the kind of joke That Keith feels isn't funny White City White City Keith talked in alphanumerals Keith talked in alphanumerals Keith built a drug cathedral Shape of an octahedron Where he could hide from young Orwellians Who would trample their brothers! A thin white powder film on everything But soot is the colour of The White City White City White City So - are you happy With this vision you've created Should have known you'd never rest Til we're all incinerated And you know you are the best. |
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| 5. |
| 5:00 |
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If I'm not sleeping
It's because I'm frightened Of what I might find Behind the curtain There is a signal There is a warning I will not heed them Until I hear the morning dew That trickles down my window Mulu - the people of the rain forest Believe in dreamtime Real time inverted Along a faultline Below the surface There is a sequence There is a reason For all the nightmares All this mayhem Mulu - the changes |
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| 5:40 |
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I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I'm without you I scare myself the moment that you're going I scare myself when I let my thoughts run And when they're running I keep thinking of you And when they're running What can I do? I scare myself, and I don't mean lightly I scare myself, it can get frightening I scare myself, to think what I could do I scare myself it's some kind of voodoo And with that voodoo I keep thinking of you And with that voodoo What can I do? But it's so so very different when we're together And I'm so so much calmer; I feel better Cause the stars already crossed our paths forever And the sooner that you realize it the better And then I'll be with you and I won't scare myself And I'll know what to do and I won't scare myself And my thoughts will run and I won't scare myself And I'll think of you and I won't scare myself |
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| 7. |
| 4:13 |
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(Tell me about your childhood)
At the tender age of three I was hooked to a machine Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk. Ha! Must have took me for a fool When they chucked me out of school 'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk. But tonight I'm on the edge - Fellas, shut me in the fridge 'Cause I'm burning up! (I'm burning up.) With the vision in my brain And the music in my veins And the dirty rhythm in my blood! They are messing with my heart... And they're messing with my heart And they're messing with my heart Won't stop messing with my... ohh! Ripping me apart! Hyperactive: when I'm small Hyperactive: now I'm grown Hyperactive: and the night is young (And in a minute I'll blow!) Semaphore out on the floor Messages from outer space Deep heat for the feet And the rhythm of your heartbeat 'Cause the music of the street It isn't any rapattack It isn't any rapattack I can reach into your homes Like an itch in your headphones You can't turn it up I'm the shape in your back room I'm the breather on the phone And I'm burning up But there's one thing I must say Before they lock me up again - You'd be safer at the back When I'm having an attack! Hyperactive: when I was small Hyperactive: now I'm tall Hyperactive: as the day is long Hyperactive: in my bones Hyperactive: in your phones Hyperactive: and the night is young Hyperactive : when I was small Hyperactive: now I'm grown Hyperactivfe: 'til I'm dead and gone Stand up : hyperactivate! Get up: hyperactivate! Wise up: hyperactivate! London: hyperactivate! |
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