Shelter - Eternal (2006) by Shelter (보컬) on maniadb.com

We were friends since school
The punks were never cool
But we didn't care anyway
And even in the scene
When it was cool to be mean
We walked the other way
Rebels from birth this world had no worth
But then you went astray one day
And I don't think it's right
That you gave up the fight
And walked away; you ran away
We could of made that change,
We could of set this world,
This world on fire
What happened to your desire
How did you think that I would feel?
Didn't you think I was for real?
I know it's been so long since then
But It's time I sent this letter to my friend
We had dreams and schemes
That they laughed about
But we didn't care anyway
I feel hurt and confused
When I think of you
Where do you stand my friend is it too late?
We stayed up all night and talked about life
We seemed so sober those days
We stood side by side
And I don't know why you threw it away
What can you say?
Well I'm gonna make that change
I'm gonna set this world
This world on fire
Whou cares about your pretty desires

I뭢 bringing my baggage here from another time. My personality follows me around. Well problems, they don뭪 go away. They stay until they I look them in the face. If I don뭪 face them they grind me into the ground again. I know that this fear ?it isn뭪 real. Its created in the mind. I know that this flesh isn뭪 the same ?it just changes over time. My body뭩 born it grows it dies I just observe. My attachments make life seem like a roller coaster ride. Life뭩 filled with lessons will I pass? If not I뭠l wear another mask and take some birth, assign some worth to my so-called self again. Eternal. And I뭠l never not exist. I can뭪 get too attached. I know I뭢 just a passenger

If planet earth is our mother, then as an urban dweller in a concrete world I feel as if I'm a wayward son. If God's our father we're all brothers ? so if we don't connect or we lose respect all we've made will be undone. Turn off the road and check the map. Find out where I'm really at, where I want and where I want to go. Redirect my energy ? be the man I want to be. This is it this will be my first priority. Without truth life's a desert. So I searched for souls that could console and satisfy this blazing thirst. With all I've learned I just can't regress and live a lie and justify. Inside I'd just die or burst. To re-connect with my family. My life's goal my heart my soul. What else will satisfy?

Songwriters who are lost bathing in their nothingness. Poets I resent when their words are filled with no substance. When we were in our youth we were looking for some truth. How could I sit mute and watch their pursuit?
I had to think deep and become resolute.
(It was) my chance to live, my contribution, my chance to follow my dreams and to give back to the world for all that I뭭e received. (It was) my chance to live my chance to share with all that뭩 been so close to me.
So find what you do and offer it too.
That뭩 where it all begins.
Songs can be a waste of time if they haven뭪 inspired a single mind.
With me I뭭e always had a goal ?to reach out and to touch the soul. Just invoke some inspiration. Not ego validation. So I had to live to keep my spirit positive with my music as my offering to give. Won뭪 stay busy as I grow merely to fill my time, as I grow old.
I want do design my actions as an offering not a distraction. When ego뭩 in the way I뭠l be the one to pay. Not here to compete. That would be too cheap. Had to go inside and dig real deep

Well it follows me around all day this heavy burdens breaks me to the ground.
Bags of stones in my arms stacked my mind is colored black I walk around.
I have the power to let go but lack the humility to own my part of the equation.
And that뭩 my situation. My mind is cooking blood well done. Responsibility runs out the door.
And yes I have been hurt and cheated but cuz I뭢 so attached, I ask for more. Sit in my head and dwell and dwell and curse you to the lowest hell for eternity.
So you can sit with me. My mind is reeling, my head out of control my teeth clench up. My heart contracts and yes it뭩 getting old for me now but I can뭪 stop 뻨o! there뭩 a message in my face that I don뭪 want to see.
Cuz resentment is the poison that I take to kill you ?but it뭩 killing me. I know I played a part in this and I must take some blame or else I뭢 doomed. I know I played a part in this if I admit my fault it will all be over soon. I뭢 sickly, drained there is no gain and this poisons running through my veins and I want some serenity to reclaim my divinity

Can?t you see what we?ve created? Can?t you hear our mother cry? Can you tell by the oil of the oceans filled with oil or the haze that keeps appearing in the sky? Can?t you see where we?re going? Shortsightedness will be our death. And the seed to the solution is to give up our intrusion on this earth before we choke out our own breath. Return to a place forgotten in time ? to a mindset left behind. And all we hold as valuable needs to get redefined. Return to Eden. In one hundred years of progress, we?ve dug our grave so very deep. And the earth as we remember stand burning in its embers - urban sprawls and the malls ? we took it cheap. Yes I?m returning back to Eden. Not for the world but for me. Cuz this lifestyle we?ve created and all we?ve decimated has been taking me far away from me

In defense of Reality 7"
by Shelter
(c) 1991
"In Defence of reality"
Security. Well, how secure are we?
Making our plans in a castle of sand as our dreams get
dragged to sea. You say you're independent; well is that
a fact? It's by creation's donation that you are maintained
but you'd rather turn your back. In defense of reality!
Today's modern science is your modern religion. Guesswork
taught as fact--"Don't talk back"--blind faith in their decision.
You say explosion started creation, and we're just chemical
combinations, but would you take the same stand if there was
a gun in my hand? Or wouls you beg for your salvation?
In defense of reality? Actually, these conclusions prove
their insanity! A creation without a creator...Can it be?
Just like a painting without a painter...absurdity! No,
I don't wanna run away, I want to embrace reality.
"The News"
An inspiration for a real sensation. Emancipation


of my soul. And my fixation is some infromation on this
part's relation to the whole. My aspiration is pure meditation:
self-realization, that's the goal! But nonsense information
breaks my concentration, mundane sound vibration is
taking control! Before I want to hear your news,
I want the news on me. Been caught up so long in all
of life's hype, I haven't had time to see that beneath
the disguise the real self lies which needs a soul satisfying
activity. No, I don't want to hear your news, I want
the news on me. Turn down that noise! Who are we
essentially? Beneath the smiles, profiles, and styles, lies
individuality. NO more immense pretense, I'll take down
my fence. I want to know the real me. No more acts
I just want some facts on the soul's real personality
But that news confuses, misconstrues, and abuses. It blocks
my view from what I need to see. I want the news on me.