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We can control the medium
We can control the context, the presentation Well, is there anybody on the receiving end Reaching out for some kind of connection? [Chorus:] Come on and wash these shores away Come on and wash these shores away I'm looking for the crest Looking for the crest of a new wave We can be the bands we want to hear We can define our own generation Well, is there anybody on the receiving ends? Are you ready to brave new directions? [Chorus] Let breathe new dawn - this art is dead No sense of original thought in the mainstream So, is there anybody on the receiving ends? We can eclipse all that came before us [Chorus] |
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| 2:53 |
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I can't sleep
Dry red eyes wide open Starin' at the white stucco ceiling Turn on the TV Watch music on television Have I heard this song before, did this already happen? Derived influence In style of dress Similar trends in camera technique and editing Sync up the cuts (sync up the cuts) To the bass drum kick (to the bass drum kick) All the taste-makers drinking from the same glass Is there anybody thinking what I am? Is there anybody thinking what I am? Are you restless like me? Are you restless like me? Are you restless like me? And all the insiders rumor About a decline in sales All the buzz is happening in the new digital market place FBI warning Printed on the flip side Under penalty of law piracy will be prosecuted And in MRR (and in MRR) Someone asks the question (someone asks the question) With the instant availability of information And content so easily obtainable Is the culture now a product that's disposable? Are the punks still singing the same song? Is there anybody thinking what I am? Is there any other alternative at all? Are you restless like me? Are you restless like me? Are you restless like me Like me? |
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| 4:14 |
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If she wants to dance and drink all night
Well, there's no one that can stop her She's going till the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor This night is gonna end when we're damn well ready for it to be over Worked all week long, now the music is playing on our time Yeah, we do what we do to get by, and then we need a release You get mixed up with the wrong guys You get messed up on the wrong drugs Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn't really plan on going When people see the track marks on her arm, she knows what they're thinking She keeps on working for that minimum As if a high school education gave you any other options, you know They don't know nothing about redemption They don't know nothing about recovery Some people just aren't the type for marriage and family No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone She's out of step with the style She don't know where the action's happening You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be You reach a point where there's not a lie in the world That you could use to make the boys believe you're still in your twenties But they keep getting younger, don't they, baby? She's not waiting for someone to come over and ask for the privilege She can still here that rebel yell just as loud as it was in 1983, you know There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her, and she doesn't care No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to sleep alone No mother ever dreams that her daughter's gonna grow up to be a junkie And if she had to live it all over again, you know she wouldn't change anything for the world |
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| 3:33 |
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East and West could not agree
So their generals gave call, gathered troops at the border With guns at ready, drawn and aimed Each side was praying to a God to bless them with strength and courage It was in His name artillery lit the sky on fire The people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on Sirens filled the air, and the ground shook with war Civilian casualties had been a cost that was predetermined When interviewed for report, victims pleaded in frustration Their claim: that this was a war without reason And bureaucrats engaged in debate to try and reach a resolution The people sang protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on While the broadcast, like their prayers, went unanswered and ignored God, like the rest of the world, just watched in silence There was purpose to be served, there were fortunes to be earned Before a peace could be called to stop the fighting, they sang... Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun Protest songs in response to military aggression Protest songs to try and stop the soldier's gun But the battle raged on |
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| 2:33 |
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[Chorus x 2]
Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you You've got to make a serious decision It could be me up there in stage lights It could be me on the TV in your living room It could be me jet-setting with my band all across the world Appearing live in concert one night only, tickets sold out [Chorus] There I am giving candid disclosure to press in interview There I go on my way through the crowd up to the podium On behalf of our fans we'd like to accept this award Smile for the camera, boys, gold record in hand [Chorus] All of our lives in waiting All of our lives traded for their roses and applause All of our lives dedicated to shoving it right back in their fucking face Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you Stop! Take some time to think, figure out what's important to you You've got to make a serious decision Said, you've got to make a serious decision Stop! Take some time to think |
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| 4:10 |
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No (no), it's not what we meant to say (it's not what we meant to say)
We don't really love each other What happens when the summer's over? (How long before distance becomes a chore?) I'm approaching with great (great) trepidation I hope you'll understand Before you speak (before you speak) Think about what you're trying to say (think about what you're trying to say) Who else is there to blame for miscommunication? You're getting caught up in the excitement (You making promises you can't keep) You need to leave all your options open Too much momentum This room feels like it's going to explode Too many angles Too many factors to cover Waiting for signal You're searching for a network You have to fight to stay in control of the situation Anxiety, anxiety, you give me no mercy Grind my teeth smooth and flat in my sleep We took some pills to calm us down (We needed help to come back up) Just trying to stay in control of the situation Too much momentum This room feels like it's going to explode Too many angles Too many factors to cover Waiting for signal You're searching for a network You have to fight to stay in control of the situation And we fall apart so easily Too much momentum This room feels like it's going to explode Too many angles Too many factors to cover Waiting for signal You're searching for a network You have to fight to stay in control You have to fight to stay in control No, you don't have to fight to stay in control of the situation |
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| 2:27 |
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I heard the hype about your band, I've seen your video playing on the TV
Publicity photos in magazines; oh, none of it makes me feel anything I would be lying to you if I did not say something that would make me feel like a politician A middle-of-the-road opinion no one finds offensive or challenging I'm not interested; the stage is not a pedestal I don't think you're bad people, I just think that your aesthetic is horrible Please treat me with the same respect and candor; I would appreciate the honesty Yeah, a little less professional, a little more upfront and confrontational Whoa, whoa, whoa, just say what you're thinking Say what you're really thinking Whoa, whoa, whoa, just say what you're thinking Say what you're really thinking Say what you're thinking! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GABEL, THOMAS JAMES <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 2:16 |
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Golden arches risin' above the next overpass
These horizons are endless We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad Profit driven expansion into foreign markets And while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure This is the best summer that I've ever had European vacation - me and my best friends We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad Whatever there is to be said is said in English While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Here we are, a rock band looking for new audiences Wherever we go, Coca-Cola's already been We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad And I just can't help but think that that's comparison While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure |
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| 3:20 |
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I was dreaming of your love
I was lost in your arms embrace Our bodies collide together Whoa, this ultimate betrayal The heart will not resign What could be said, what could be done? I hold out hope For your reciprocation Like an animal These thoughts have gone beyond my control For pleasure Maybe just amusement This overwhelming urge Towards you I feign disinterest While I covet the attention While I crave your affection Ravenous with lust Jackal in heat, spit dripping This mechanical impulse Knows not loyalty or mercy Like an animal These thoughts have gone beyond my control For pleasure Maybe just amusement Like an animal These thoughts have gone beyond my control For pleasure Maybe just amusement |
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| 4:39 |
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If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven
I'd wish for it to be the salt and swell of the ocean Carried by the currents to all continents' shores Reaching into the depths where the sun's light is never shown Mixed with algae and coral, breathed in by sharks and dolphins Sailed by tanker ships, private yachts, swam in by tourists Working its way up through inlets, lakes, and rivers Swamps, and estuaries, down through limestone into the aquifer Purified by the county, pumped through pipes and out faucets Filled into a glass to meet the thirst of our children And if I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman My mother once told me she would have named me Laura I'd grow up to be strong and beautiful like her One day, I'd find an honest man to make my husband We would have two children, build our home on the Gulf of Mexico Our family would spend hot summer days at the beach together The sun would kiss our skin as we played in the sand and water And we would know we loved each other without having to say it At night, we would sleep with the windows of our house left open Letting the cool ocean air soothe the sunburned shoulders of our children There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve There is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GABEL, THOMAS JAMES <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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